(Part of the Ebola Mom series)

I was going to bring a handwritten thank you note next week, but now you can go fuck yourself.
Also, I gave the cookies to a homeless man.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)

I was going to bring a handwritten thank you note next week, but now you can go fuck yourself.
Also, I gave the cookies to a homeless man.
Comedy, and the world, lost a great one today.
Everything about Garry’s turn on “Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee,” from the title of the episode to the discussion of Robin Williams dying “so young in his 60s,” is painfully prophetic and poetic. A must-watch.
We’ll miss you, Garry.
(And for the record, Garry– I like “Go fuck yourself,” too. You’re my hero.)

I was serious.
Just now, walking in my apartment, I stepped on something extremely sharp that almost pierced through the heel of my foot. I was sure it was a broken piece of glass and began to panic.
Upon closer inspection, however, I realized it was a super dry, likely weeks-old piece of bacon.
So yeah, it’s true what they say. Bacon is bad for you.




The bandanas made it.


Kid: “I can’t believe you ran such a long race in that cold weather yesterday!”
Me: “Hah, I know! It was VERY cold and windy!”
Kid: “You must have been FREEZING!”
Me: “I sure was!”
Kid: “Yeah, but I bet you didn’t even care because you were so happy that you worked hard and reached your goal!”
Me: “Exactly!”
Eh. I was pretty fucking miserable.
