I Literally Can’t Even

Thirteen Pounds of Fucking Bullshit

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About a decade ago, my stepdad-who’s-no-longer-technically-my-stepdad-but-whose-side-I-took-after-the-divorce gave me a copy of Richard Carlson’s “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff… and it’s all Small Stuff”. While I’ve started it several times throughout the years, it’s largely remained in the pile of bathroom reading material (along with more than one book about cats). Still, there was a lesson that […]

So It Turns Out I Might Have Been Really Fucked Up for Pretty Much Forever, but I Think That It's Kind of A Good Thing?

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“Going through some boxes from the basement, and came across this.” Typically when a young adult hears this from their father, they except to see some shitty Picasso-esque macaroni portrait, or ditalini maracas, or that tri-color ridged tube noodle necklace that you puked on in Kindergarten. (Seriously, why the fuck was everything made of out […]