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
Hello dear people of the internet, I’m back with another strange wondering because I’ve recently realized that I’ve developed a weird habit… non-habit… I don’t know what it is but I’ve sure got it. Have it? Gotten it? Listen. Words are hard. I was scrolling through Netflix the other day and saw that Kill Bill,
Avoiding Neverland 