You know the old saying, “You don’t know where you’re going, unless you know where you’ve been.”? I’ve concluded whoever came up with that phrase must have been drunk, or high, or drunk and high. If you look at my career progression, I don’t think anyone would have guessed I’d be where I am today. [...]
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I’m a man, so I often spend my time doing manly things like cutting wood, building super-robots, and punching walruses in the face. But every once in a while, Girl Ninja uses her feminine magic to get me to do some rather unmanly things. Specifically, watch Oprah. Yeah I know, embarrassing. As miserable as suffering [...]
So I’m kind of weird. Scratch that. I’m really weird. Actually, I’m willing to bet you are just as weird as I am. Why am I weird you ask? Well, I’ve realized I have some awkward money habits that I thought you all might enjoy hearing about… Tipping on a credit card. Whenever Girl Ninja [...]
No this isn’t some pathetic April Fools joke. One year ago today, I passed through the blogging birth canal and came in to existence. That’s right, it’s my blogging birthday! Does making it to the one year mark make me a legitimate blogger? Probably not, but who said I wanted to be established anyways? It’s [...]
I’m not scared to admit my umbilical cord has not been fully cut. Now don’t be confused. I’m in no way financially dependent upon my parents. I can support myself, but there is definitely comfort in knowing my family will always have my back. I like my parents a lot, and I’m pretty sure they [...]
Holy Crap. It’s 2020! Are there flying cars? Do you have a robot maid? Has the world come to an end? I guess if it had, you wouldn’t be able to tell me anyways. Seriously though, you are pushing 35 right now which means A) you have gray hair on your head, or B) you [...]
Have you ever written a letter to yourself? I’ve done it once before. It was the summer after I graduated high school and I was tasked with writing a letter to myself. I was told I would receive the letter in the mail six months later. I could write about anything I wanted. Sure enough, [...]
