rambling

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 […]

Trains, Pains, and Dysfunctional Brains

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“It’s like I’m some sort of adrenaline junkie who gets off on emotional masochism.” Upon coming to this realization with Therapist #2 (of 7, going on 8, now), I was met with the clinical “you have to get sick and tired of getting sick and tired. You have to get tired of playing chicken with […]

Paulie Want an Emotionally Unstable Cracker?

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I’d apologize for my recent hiatus, but I feel my return would be met with the same begrudgingly faked enthusiasm as a prepubescent boy accompanying his girlfriend to a One Direction concert. Implying that anyone actually reads this garbage, that is; truthfully I’m probably the Nickelback of the blogging world. -shudders- The second reason I […]