Some people hate arguments, but they’re going to happen in any long-term relationship. We may as well learn to do them well.
Personal journaling, blogs, and commentary about my life. These are likely my most vulnerable posts, and I don’t delete the embarrassing stuff.
Some people hate arguments, but they’re going to happen in any long-term relationship. We may as well learn to do them well.
I’ve been considering Christmas lately, and what my part in it should be. I’m not Christian and I generally am very anti-corporate, so the usual way I celebrate seems a bit counter-intuitive.
This is a question many people use when debating the existence of a god. Who decides which of us are good people? What constitutes a bad thing happening?
As I look forward to my final couple weeks of living in Las Vegas, I know I’m going to miss a lot about this place.
Sorry for my lack of posts this past week (or more), but I’ve got all kinds of stuff going on lately.
When I listen to my fondest adolescent musical memories, I wonder where the hell the crap from the last ten years came from.
Apparently there are better things for her in Maryland than there are here with me in Las Vegas. I’m gonna miss her though.
There are hundreds of things that women look for in a man. Each woman may prioritize them differently, but given enough time they could write an Encyclopedia Britannica of things that they want in a man. Quite frankly, those things just aren’t who we are.
The environmentalist movement may be full of morons and hippies, but there are some merits to caring about the environment.
I have a really hard time finding pieces of my everyday life that are not complete bullshit.