Please....shut up already, you leech, you vampire, you succubus. I can feel you draining all of my optimistic soul with your chronic complaining and pessimism. Yes life is a struggle, I get it. Just stop talking about how miserable your life is and DO something about it. I have my own issues to contend with. … Continue reading The Pessimist, the Cynic, and the Ne’er Do Well
Tag: midlife crisis
Resolute Ideas
2010 is over. Thank God. It's been a rollercoaster ride from hell, from natural disasters to the ongoing ever present recession, things have not been nice (putting it mildly). Nevertheless tonight, err....tomorrow begins a new year, new beginnings, new chances, new opportunities and for a lot a people, new resolutions. I can tell my age … Continue reading Resolute Ideas
I’ll have what she’s having…
I'm going to walk a very narrow line regarding this topic. You know how you hold an intervention for a drug user and they lash out at you? Well.....let's just say denial isn't just a river in Africa. This topic goes out to Bridget and Mindy who threw this topic at me like plates at … Continue reading I’ll have what she’s having…
More Cushion for the Pushing?
Any other day, I'd bypass this subject and wouldn't think twice about. I'm sitting at home sick as a dog, channel surfing. I see the Tyra Banks Show(damn, she is still fine!) about women loving men with big bellies. And then the subject was broached on Facebook. So I have to ask ladies...REALLY?
Mid-Life Madness
In less than 12 hours I'll age another year, and yet I am completely unfazed. All the rhetoric surrounding birthdays is designed to do what exactly? The cakes, the parties, the sheer drunkeness (if that's your kind of thing) is supposed to be a celebration of life? Or...is all the fanfare and festivities just a mere distraction from what you should be doing. Self evaluation. a gut check. I like to think of birthdays as milestone markers where I take out my compass and see what direction in life I'm headed in.
What’s that smell?
That 4th quarter hurry up offense to score...A woman's game clock, it's a shame there's no overtime.... Ovaries, apparently are like time bombs. You gotta use em before they explode. Huh, who knew?
The Economy of Words 