Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

I’m fully aware that there are people who wake up and don’t feel the need to expel half of their body weight through their sinuses. I envy those people. I’ve actually been running pretty regularly . . . something “clicked” in my head and I realized that I was making excuses to stay inside to… Continue reading Where I write about words and caffeine and dinner and stripper films masked as horror flicks

Where I hope for some new Instagram filters

If you know me in real life, you know that there’s a greater chance to catch me without pants than without my iPhone1. I like to keep the iPhone handy for a plethora of reasons . . . I’m, technically, “always on call” for work emergencies. Sometimes, I know of a particularly evil play with… Continue reading Where I hope for some new Instagram filters

Where I write about the most epic fart I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing

There’s been a lot of fart talk, lately . . . and because I have the maturity of a 12-year-old-boy, and in light of Mommakiss admitting that she’s a sleep-farter1, I feel the need to share this story. One of Duffy‘s best friends was getting married . . . while he lived in DC, and… Continue reading Where I write about the most epic fart I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing