
Alcohol makes me even dumber.
Alcohol makes me even dumber.
Eat the eggs, smashmouth.
It’s a great art form written for an audience who has terrible taste.
It’s no wonder two of my favorite things are musicals and comic books.
I feel like such an uncomfortable, wounded kid so much of the time. I can’t tell you what it means to just feel like myself around some of you. And maybe this will give you some insight into why I’m awkward sometimes or why it took a while for us to be close. I’m always working on it and it’s always getting better, but it’s most definitely “a thing.”
A day without spoons.
It’s not that jealousy doesn’t happen, it’s that it gets weirder and more insidious.
At Sir Mix-A-Lot, where I promise I’m bobbing my head and Ben isn’t doing the cabbage patch.
Time to sing out loud.
On the one hand, it can be hard to accept that my ex-wife’s “I don’t want to have kids” actually meant “I don’t want to have kids with you.” On the other, I would not change a goddamn thing.
She knows me a little too well sometimes.