These are the posts that will go in the slider.
In the past few weeks, traffic has really jumped and I wanted to say thanks. You’ve probably noticed comments have picked up and I’m glad you’re all talking.
Also, if you’re new, back in January I committed to writing every day. After that ended, I decided to just keep going. I think today is around day 88 or so.
Today, on my way to work, someone posted this…
First of all, the George Zimmerman reference – how topical! I applaud his ability to liken me to someone who shot and killed a teenager based most likely on prejudice. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it – if I did hit the cat, that would probably kill her. Okay, critic, you win this round!
I’m not proud of this. But thirty minutes ago, I nearly punched my cat.
I definitely have anger issues. When something goes wrong in certain ways, I react with a fight-or-flight mentality. I remember once during Hell Week at my fraternity, after only fifty minutes of sleep the first night, some members came into the place I was sleeping and banged on pots and pans. I jumped up (they told me), and I took a fighting stance as if I was ready to attack. I was asleep and didn’t remember.
Okay, yo, I finally got my lead vest/apron. How? A sweet woman named Ady donated to me an old one they were throwing out at their animal hospital.
Turns out this vest was not for pets, but for humans. I will say, that it did not come in the greatest shape. A lot of strange stains, and it looks like some patchwork was required. Not good signs.
I’m happy to be announcing a new feature on this site that is all about you (for once).
I’m teaming up an amazing partner for a column where we discuss YOUR challenges and provide our take on your situation. She’s a woman (unnecessary as I just said “she”) and we’ll be able to provide two different perspectives on your challenge.
In the past month I’ve talked about how I might have SPD and how I explored the idea of buying one of those weighted lead vests that dentists put on you during an xray.
Then I nearly purchased one, but some turd bought it before me.
So I was just sitting here, like an asshole with no heavy vest.
One thing I’ve learned as somebody who has tried to maintain honesty and integrity with a blog:
Whenever I’m afraid to share something because I’m ashamed is exactly the time to do it.
I’m mostly afraid to share hard truth. This was how I lived up until a few years ago – I was always a very nice, outgoing person, but one that was terrified for you to see my imperfection. Because I thought it meant I was defective. And even though we’re all somewhat defective, as is the human condition, I thought I could be doing just a little better if I really tried.
I was in San Francisco this past week with my girlfriend for a wedding. San Fran is one of the greatest cities in the country. It’s basically NYC, Chicago, and San Francisco in my opinion. And this opinion is right. There isn’t a better big city than those three (sorry Jacksonville).
I just came back from a headshot photoshoot. Why, you ask? Am I going to Hollywood? No.
I am writing for a new magazine and they are nice enough to put me on their fancy “contributing editors” page. So, in typical D.J. fashion, I scheduled the shoot for the day I got back from a wedding. In fact it was on my way home from the airport, where I still reeked of plane farts.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
