Category Archives: Sads

SLAM

It’s Day 2 of the deluge that is the remnant of Hurricane/Tropical Storm/Inconvenience Isaac. Apparently the rain is supposed to last for 3 days, but because of the shape of the storm, we get a downpour and then nothing, a … Continue reading

Posted in Art, I Heart, Sads

Sugar

At this time last year, I’d wake up to thunder and lightning in the middle of the night and feel my butthole clench because I knew the tornado sirens weren’t too far off; I’d think “god fucking dammit not again” … Continue reading

Posted in Bookish, I Heart, Sads

Beebs

This is BeeBee: BeeBee is a cat that hangs around our backyard. Well, that hanged around our backyard, because I haven’t seen him for a week and it’s odd for him not to show up at least once every couple … Continue reading

Posted in Everyone Else Is An Idiot, I Just Can't, Photos, Sads | 3 Comments

The Death of Stickerbot

It should come as a surprise/relevant concern to no one that my laptop – aka Stickerbot 2000, aka Grandpa Murderhorn, aka The Machine That Has Died A Thousand Deaths – has finally kicked the bucket. I was Internetting this morning … Continue reading

Posted in I Just Can't, Nerd It Up, Sads, The Internet is My Boyfriend | 2 Comments

Doom

I had a job interview a couple of weeks ago. It was for a job closely related to my own department, so close that we work with the same programs, the same customers, and I’m familiar with all of their … Continue reading

Posted in Everyone Else Is An Idiot, I Just Can't, Paychecks Are Important, Sads, The Pop Life, The Zombie Apocalypse, WTF | 6 Comments

A Hole in the Avalon

I don’t know what the dollar show was like for you guys growing up, but for me, there were two theater choices in South St. Louis. One was the Kingsland, a massive brown-black building with crumbling balconies, moldy curtains, and … Continue reading

Posted in Letters to My Younger Self, Sads | 1 Comment

Nine Fucking Hours, Five Fucking Days

Since I started working at the age of 15, I’ve left work in tears once. Technically I’d already left work. I don’t believe in crying at work, so it was only after I got in the car and Graham asked … Continue reading

Posted in I Just Can't, Paychecks Are Important, Sads | 4 Comments