Antoni Porowski be warned, Nina has her matchmaker pants on! Also until last night, I had no idea who Antoni Porowski was. Because I’m a terrible gay… apparently. Last night I get a text from my friend Nina who was apparently watching Easy-Bake Battle on Netflix. I had no idea the show existed, primarily because
Remember like, a week ago, when I wrote about taking Lemon to the vet and making an ass out of myself with a cute vet tech? For a refresher you can visit the post: How Are You Still Single? Oh, That Makes Sense Well, I wrote that under the impression that all of my vet
This is the story of how I died. That might be a slight exaggeration of the events that unfolded but I’ll be honest, there was a moment of “holy shit, I’m about to become one of those fucking urban legends.” Let me set the scene. I decided to go see a movie after work because
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
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 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
For any of this post to make sense you’re going to need to flash back to this lovely post from last month: “Do You Want Basic White Girls? Because This is How You Get Basic White Girls!” TL;DR: Someone randomly left a case of White Claw on my doorstep and I still have no idea
Ya’ll we are living in some strange times and just when you think things can’t get weirder- they do. Anyone who knows me knows that I have very strong feelings about alcohol… in that I love me some alcohol… I mean, as a bartender I have a healthy respect for alcohol and all the magic
Is it just me or is this year moving at a million miles and hours- but also slower than molasses- all at the same time? Honestly, I can barely keep track of what’s going on anymore. I would also like to point out that Microsoft work REALLY hates that first sentence. Like it’s very aggressively
Avoiding Neverland 