Sometimes, as the week winds down, you just don’t want to do anything.
I hate guns. All guns. Carried by anyone.
With my tattoos covered. I look exactly like everyone else.
Sleepiness runs in the family.
I have a long-standing habit of trying to pin a label on myself.
I just set a goal. A goal to be less goal oriented.
I miss intellectual graffiti and sliding into a scarred wooden booth, among other things.
I’m an adult with Tourette Syndrome. Therefore, I’m unusual and misunderstood.
If I had to pick a favorite possession, it would probably be my porch.
A long long time ago, there were land lines.
How tempting to wave a magic wand, to order a decree to make things go the way you want.
A long-ish rumination on my past.
I’m a pretty normal, boring guy. Except…
The “Getting to Know You Award” is about…take a guess.
Blogging is both the most and least rewarding hobby I can imagine.
Caffeine is a drug. And I’m a guy with a long history of abusing it.