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
Category: Strippers
Where I write about strippers, and Spongebob, and free beer
Just before the full impact of the .com bust was realized, I got a fairly cushy job, for a recent-college graduate, developing web applications for an Internet startup. For a single guy, living in Baltimore1, it wasn’t too bad of a job. At this job, my phone never rang, unless it was something bad. So,… Continue reading Where I write about strippers, and Spongebob, and free beer