These are the posts that will go in the slider.
I was in the bathroom using my phone as an escape from time with my own thoughts, and I had a thought. Do any famous people follow me?
There are only two types of famous people that follow you on Twitter. Famous people that follow everyone that follows them (which is rare), and famous people that actually follow you for some weird reason.
Took the dog to the beach today. Got sunburned.
There are some people in your life that you need to disengage and bolt.
Recently a woman that I went on a few dates with a year ago asked me to help her find an apartment. Since I have dozens of leasing agents that work at my office, I offered assistance. Apparently she had started seeing some guy in her building, an artsy type that could hardly pay the bills, and they decided to move in together to save on rent. They were in love, but there were problems in the relationship. He has erection issues and also they never see each other due to their schedules. She wanted to move out, but was afraid he would be devastated and not able to take care of himself. I provided no advice other than that she trust her feelings.
I’m about to change your life.
Now, that’s a pretty bold claim. You are right to doubt. Many charlatans will separate you and your money with such proclamations!
I want nothing other than your attention. Well, actually, down the road I will want your money when I write a book, or come out with a line of crappy t-shirts and sports bras.
My girlfriend Jessica drove all the way from Atlanta to Chicago yesterday. She brought her cat and dog, who also is a chihuahua. Just in case you’re new to the site, I also have a chihuahua.
If you don’t know the story of how I met Jessica through this site, you can read that story here.
An oldie, but a goodie… and a redux to boot!
This is the true and sexy story when I saw one of my high school crushes totally naked many years after we graduated. And she hugged me. And I fell in love again.
AimingLow decided it was worth publishing. I rewrote and tightened up the screws. Unfortunately there were no screws in the actual story.
Yesterday I talked about how sick I was. I still am. I bike to work each day, and it’s really nice along the lake in Chicago. And normally I’m loving it. It’s not an easy ride, though. I have my dog strapped to my back, and I have a pannier with my work clothes (suit stuff) draped across the back on the bike. The ride is about ten miles, and when it’s windy it sucks.
I’m crazy sick. This is the first time in over two years that I have a cold. As such, I’ve been jacked up on anything that ends in the word “ephedrine” for two days straight.
I thought this morning, “Well, since I’m nearly hallucinating from this cold, it would probably be healthy to bicycle to work ten miles each way.” Not my best call. But who knows, maybe it was healthy.
…is something I would never say, write, or even think! Cursed is the man who utters such a phrase! Run out of town on a rail he should be!
Okay, obviously I was kidding – I’m sure you were ready to punch me through your computer screen right into my sack.
As many of you know I have written a post every day this year. I’ve also bragged in interviews that I haven’t published a poor one yet. Each one, while not perfect was at least a 7/10.
You may disagree. F you and your silly hat.
However, this is the first time I’ve had a true block. Usually I can go back through my day and find something funny, interesting, or touching to talk about. While I may not know where I’m going, within a few hundred words it takes shape.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
