Month: August 2007

Well, I’m rotisserie-cooking some chicken legs. I had a brief conversation with my girlfriend but she was on her way

You know, part of my recovery (see the blog title, please) has to do with managing my impulses. My impulse,

Here’s the thing about depression. It not like feeling sadness. The glass isn’t half-empty. It’s totally empty, it can’t be

The title just about sums it up. My girlfriend is a maniac. First, let me address the concept of what

I’m about to f*cking scream. I have had a Hotmail account since it was invented. I never did like it.

I just called a long-time industry acquaintance in my bid to open up my network. Anyway, it was mostly friendly

Unlike the day before yesterday, when I was consumed with penis enmity, I find myself considering the Heavenly Gates, the

Vaginas demand equal time, it seems. So, in response to my penis essay, which I promise won’t be my last,

I’ve been married at least once before. It was fairly young – 24, I think. I’m not sure why we

As usual, I’m thinking about penises. Wait, wait – it’s not what you think. I’m not thinking of them in