“Quit thinking about it,” Adam said, “And just write.” He’s sent me brainstorming tips, bothered me when I’m browsing facebook, and insisted that I’m genius, creative, totally capable of being
“Quit thinking about it,” Adam said, “And just write.” He’s sent me brainstorming tips, bothered me when I’m browsing facebook, and insisted that I’m genius, creative, totally capable of being
Adam has long encouraged me to write more, and like the true cheering squad he is, has lofty aspirations of my writing the Next Great American Work now that I’m
I’m sitting on Adam’s couch, which will soon be my couch, looking at empty Crate and Barrel boxes and unwritten thank-you notes strewn about the house, trying to concentrate on
You’ve set me free from meaninglessness, from mediocrity, from listless life. You daily set us free from ourselves, from our bad judgment and selfishness and the lies that we enslave
Before we get started, I would just to remind you that everything I said before – about being a young thing and needing a hand to hold and how I
I am. I am totally, completely, utterly, 100% WHELMED. I am tired of answering questions, I am tired of getting up early, I am tired of to-do lists, I am
909. Jeeps. Trucks. Dirtbikes. ATVs. Rock Crawlers. Rednecks. The Hood. Piercings. Tattoos. Military. Big Tires (not just in the literal sense). Rural. Wanna-bes. Trucker Caps. Grease. Free stuff. Beer. Step-kids.
Dear Optimist, I have great love for you. Really. While I didn’t devote all of the years of my college career to your hallowed pages, I did invest a couple
My fingers are numb, my back hurts and my skin looks awful under these canned fluorescent lights. All I want is wind in my face and wide-open spaces. I’ll even
“…but most of all I hate my ex-girlfriend’s new guy… I hate that guy.” Tyrone Wells has a song about things he hates, and says listing it is like therapy.