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 […]

No, Seriously, What the Fuck is Going On?

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Sometimes I find meaning in the strangest things. Like for example in a He-Man song. Okay wait, maybe I should clarify. You see, despite my disgusting ignorance of all things pop culture I of course was no stranger to this gem: I didn’t however, realize that this was a parody of an actual song that came out close enough […]