Being okay with us possibly never speaking and feeling a sense of loss are not mutually exclusive. The hard disconnect between how I lived from 17-34 and who I am today is something I still struggle with, no matter how much healthier I am today.
So … uh … sorry about the delays lately.
Trust me: They really bug me.
Sometimes it feels like a fat, hairy, sweaty cage. Not always, but … often.
To be fair, this guy’s live tweets are goddamn gold.
And I didn’t.
(do anything)
She still amazes me every single day.
It’s hard to argue with Chase’s logic.
I’m so funny that I never have to goat people into laughing.
I would apologize, but you would all know I didn’t mean it.
I have feelings about West Virginia. And poverty in general. About the ways we lionize the poor without acknowledging that they don’t have to live the way they do. About how we just do lip service to helping others.
I’m sure all of that is surprising.
An actual partnership? Huh.