reflections

So what have we learned here, today?

growing up

Is this still who I am?

crushin'

Don't even talk to me about Nina Dobrev.

my first sex scene

I must be insane.

Poseur

This is the first story I've ever written.

my unsolicited opinion

on this complete nonsense

this fucking bastard

Guys it was a shit show.

cheddar

It's about a cat (sort of).

the ranch story

Stop me if you've heard this one.

these words are not my own

Some of them might be.

DIVA!

Who, me?

great balls of fire!

What the holy hell is that big burning thing in the sky and why does it make me feel tingly all over?

motivation (or lack therof)

So this is my current view.

Sholeh (revised)

Here's what you can expect:

more fiction

This exercise is called "conversation dipping".

gettin' REAL nerdy

This goes beyond that.

my muse

Hint: it's not a lamb.

this blog has changed my life

It was the most unexpected thing.

rough, raw, unedited

 

Let me sing you a song.

come shopping with me

 

Welcome to the bins.

polite society is boring

You can't be a writer if you aren't willing to tell the truth.

a poem

This is what was going though that strange brain.

my life as a man

Sometimes I wish I had been born a man.

a work of fiction

[FULL VERSION] This is a short story that I wrote for class. Cursing and Grown up (can't say the M word or I'll get blocked) themes abound.

that one time I had herpes

This morning I woke up from a series of dreams about failure and cowardice which are both big fears of mine. And so I had to find a way to put myself back on track and focus on things that make me feel brave an successful. As strange as it may sound, I was brought back to the time I announced to a bank full of people that I had herpes.

the DIY project you never knew you didn't care about

The problem was that we had rats living in our garage; big ol' fat city rats. Things were getting chewed up and peed on and our four legged friends were even caught climbing on the walls. This is not the state of affairs that you want your garage to be in. So I embarked on a misguided adventure to remove what I thought was the reason for their invasion; the giant pile of wood stacked in the corner.

There were actually several things I needed to deal with:

my day as a celebrity

Through some twist of fate I manage to work with the coolest, sweetest, most kick-ass ladies on the planet, and because of that had one of the best birthdays of my life (including that year I got detained at the Canadian border).

can everybody just shut up already!?

I don’t have a kid, or a needy spouse, or a job that eats up my life – purportedly so I have all the time I want to embark on my own creative endeavors. To excavate my hidden potential and reach for that highest star that our parents and teachers told us was ours for the taking. And yet it feels like I don’t have the time or the energy to do any of those things. But let’s be honest;

running off to join the Carnival (cruise line)

Preparedness has always been an important theme in my life. This might be something that I picked up in childhood during the times that we moved around with little (or no) notice. Or maybe it was the hovering suspicion that wherever we were at the time was impermanent.

I guess I'm a blogger now?

I've been inspired by my cousin, Laura, to join in on the "Slice of Life Challenge".