I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
Surprise! You’re a Douche
Mr. Horrible sent the kids' Christmas presents from his girlfriend's Amazon account. He didn't change — he just found someone else to run his life
Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
My So Called Summer – Pt 2 – Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
I drove 20 hours back to Virginia to reconnect with old friends. The BFF wasn't who I remembered. The old house had other people in it. Crossing into New Jersey I almost had to pull over and fall apart
