Drowning in a Sea of Orange

It’s been a surreal week. Drumpf was inaugurated last Friday. On Saturday morning, the women protested, and I was inspired. On Saturday night, my sister and my friend and I threw a 90’s party, and for just a few hours we lived in a time period that I only remember with fondness and nostalgia. Everyone arrived dressed in ill-fitted 90’s attire, danced in the dark to all the cheesy sentiment...

Because It’s 2017

I chugged a Red Bull that my sister left in my fridge before I put Maggie down for a nap. For the first time I didn’t want to take a nap of my own, so I dealt with the dishwasher and the kitchen and tried to find some IKEA shelf hardware that I swore I bought but still can’t find anywhere in the house, and then I took out two...

New Baby, Vile Men

2014 was a bit of a disaster year. I don’t know if it was the pregnancy or my early morning warehouse job, but my creative thoughts seemed completely blocked by something. At this point it doesn’t so much matter. Because now it’s 2015 and I’m no longer working and I no longer have this fetus kicking all my insides. This is firstborn spawn, Margaret Emma Howe, born on January 2nd,...

And So Continues the Tradition of Late Updates…

I was gonna make a New Year’s post but that didn’t happen. Yesterday I was gonna make a post about turning 27 but then I had to clean the house before all my party guests came over and, well, that didn’t happen either. It’s okay, though, because I never really made any resolutions about making more periodic updates on my website. All I wanted was to stop drinking on weeknights,...

Seriously, Fuck November

It’s probably just the whole daylight savings curse of darkness, but November always beats the shit out of me. Like seriously destroys the caving walls that hold my soul together. It’s probably just because I’m a retail worker facing the impending doom of a first world capitalist Christmas, but November is basically that time of year where my sanity tries to hibernate from the threat of imploding on itself. It’s...

The End of Summer and The New Black

I fell asleep at 7:30 and woke up to the sound of thunder and the realization that it was only 9:00 and I should be making the most of my night when I have tomorrow off. It’s raining now, which does cool the air but also keeps the hot humidity that’s been festering in this house at an all time high. The end of summer is always a good thing....

First Post of 2013

It’s one of those nights where I’m willing to do anything to not finish the story I have due tomorrow. Funny how I end up here because I personally never have much to say, or never much I want to say. My public persona’s been stale. I could say that my plan is to make a goal of being the opposite of that, but it’s kind of habit to be...

I'm Still Here!

I’ve been sucking hardcore balls. I can’t say that blogging was ever my strong point. If anything, ball-sucking would probably be more my forte. Kind of a shitty comparison, but it’s better than making excuses at this point. Summer’s been hot and annoying, which is like most summers because I spend so much time working and so little time for leisure. Nevertheless, I’ve got a couple new stories in the...