FAIR WARNING: If you clicked on this post thinking you were going to get an insightful entry about the joys and wonders of veganism (is that what it’s called?) then you are very much in the wrong spot and I’m going to very much encourage you to just go away now because, I’ll be honest
Y’all if you ever want to wildly scandalize an entire cruise ship from your fellow passengers right through the captain of the ship- you should skip out on visit CocoCay. I should mention that I highly doubt that Captain Gus really cared whether I got off the ship in CocoCay but I’d like to believe
I’m fairly certain that if I were any other human being, I would have been excited by the series of notifications I got from WordPress last week. For the record, my blog here is hosted by WordPress. Hosted as in where I pay for my blog to live. They don’t give me free blog. Well
Let us flash back January 15, 2020 when I had a complete mental breakdown and booked a cruise to “celebrate*” my 35th birthday. I was pumped and wouldn’t shut up about it. I even wrote a post about how much I was planning to be as obnoxious as possible about it. Nothing is worse than
We live in weird times. I suppose after over two years of a global pandemic, that really goes without saying. Add in the fact that I live in Florida and really, I should see this as all perfectly normal. Hell, there were people marching and waving Nazi flags down the street from my house yesterday.
I’m finding it hard to believe that it’s already May. Maybe it’s just a side effect of being so busy or getting older or whatever it is but here we are, five months into what has been… I actually don’t know. I don’t know how to describe what this year has been so far. Some
For the first time in damn near two years, I was invited to come speak at a school. Well, I’ve received a few invites but this pesky pandemic has prevented any of them from actually happening. As a result my last time in front of students was back in March of 2020. You might remember
I really had no intention of writing a post today, much less one wrapping up the year. I was planning on waiting until the new year to start writing posts again all while pretending I didn’t spend all of 2021 sinking to a new low of being a terrible blogger. Then about two hours ago,
Y’all there’s a very good chance that I have been marked for possible murder. There’s a better chance that I’m not but it’s all very strange and confusing but I suppose all of life is strange and confusing but we’re just going to roll with it. I mean, sure I could explain my six month
Remember last year when I was super excited to join the ranks of millions of people who chose to escape reality and settle into a simple island life and fall into a wild amount of debt to a cartoon raccoon? Yeah, me too. I spent an insane (and probably unhealthy) amount of time visiting my
Avoiding Neverland 