Posts Tagged: Stupid Things I do

my day:a half dozen of eggs splattered on my kitchen counter and floor, a bowl cracked in two, and a broken chair. I’m just waiting for the inevitable aneurysm to round out the evening.  

This has not been the best week for bodily injuries, pain, or my general ego. We’ll go chronologically–Let me set the background: *flashback* When I moved into my old apartment after being an RA (“OH CONAN!”), I bought a cheap, yet seemingly functional lamp. After a couple of days I realized that it was a [...]

You know, when you rip your pants, it’s really just a passive-aggressive way of your clothing telling you that it would like a divorce. If my pants could have talked today in the car, they would have said, “I think we should be worn on other people.” So here I am, left with the shreds [...]