At Least They're Committed

Sad, sad pathetic soul. I’d die for my family. I’d kill for my friends. I covet my coworkers. How lucky am I!? But you know, there’s always gotta be something, someone. Some “It” that doesn’t quite get the whole life thing; immune to being tormented and crippled by over-consciousness, unshackled by respect or consideration for other people. There’s always one. Read more

Hahahahaha! Well, I was true to my word last night anyway. Devious. Christ! I guess I won’t have to worry about Scott or Casey or probably even Anna wanting to hang with me ever again! Bwahaha. It IS curious as to why it would upset me that much that we burst in on that poor Read more

Feeling a tad devious tonight. Looking forward to getting caught up with some Turkish delight then heading to Double Daughters for what appears to be quite the gathering! Even the ‘shy and elusive’ are coming out tonight! AND I look damn good. I love it when that happens! Still almost an hour to go. Feh. Read more

Yes, yes, yes! While I’m not entirelyon my own this weekend, it’s close enough. Random weekends with just me and the kids are filled with frivolity and adventure. We do radical things, like eat Brussels sprouts and popcorn for lunch and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. We watch really bad movies or ‘What Not to Wear.’ It rocks! And Read more

I was a junior in high school. He was a large man both in stature and in girth, a round, soft face segueing into the standard, square white-collar-and-black-shirt. I’m not sure if he was always eating when we met or if I just remember it that way. No matter, this jovial priest told me something in my pre-Confirmation one-on-one that would completely upend Read more

I realized today that this photo of me grabbing Tom Brady’s @$$, taken while partying during the Super Bowl, is a metaphor for my life. Interesting. This is of course before I had the angry, writhing meltdown cursing God (similar to the river scene in “Dogma”) because the Patriots lost. . . . Come to think Read more