Eeyore Quit Calling Me…
There is nothing less worthy of dedicating my morning commute to than bitching about first world problems. I must have the face of a therapist because I seem to attract people with problems. Which isn’t usually an issue until I get the happy sucked out of my morning commute by an Eeyore who calls me just to complain incessantly about some garbage that really isn’t that much of an issue.
I Will Never Give Up or Exhaust
This is a tale of how the pieces fell into place perfectly ending up with me and a song that I can't get out of my head.
Imma Columbus This Day
Texas didn't observe Columbus Day and I just wanted the day off. Not to celebrate a man who called dibs on an already occupied continent — just the couch and Netflix.
See What Happened Was…and Other Nap Time Adventures
The testing center was closed, I crashed for five unplanned hours, and my paper still got done. On sleep deprivation, bad intel from friends, and learning to trust your own instincts.
He Expected a Fight and Other Epiphanies
mr horrible flew 1400 miles expecting a fight. He got polite indifference and watched me leave for class without telling him anything. What changed wasn't him. It was me.
