I may or may not have eaten a stick of butter yesterday.Read More I Feel Good About Myself
I love the smell of inner tubes. I love that plasticky, chemically bonded rubber smell which indicates summer is near.Read More This Smells Gross, Wanna Smell It?
There are two folk singers upstairs from me who are singing and using a tambourine and I want to punch them in the face. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. I kid. But I am finding that my ability to concentrate when there are extraneous noises going on around me, well it’s […]Read More Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Tambourine
Imagine my excitement when I realized I’d single-handedly created a website. This may not be re-inventing the wheel, but for someone who can’t even figure out how to plug in a flash drive, designing a website was my technological Superbowl. I’ve managed to go my whole adult life and not know how to backup a […]Read More All I Need Is Duct Tape