So, I bitched at WordPress about my dumb Business plan preventing reblogging. So, I just heard back from a Happiness Engineer.
Heads up. I'll be bitching a lot in this post.
Idealizing someone does no one any favors when you refuse to acknowledge another's true nature. (More free verse)
With the Houseguest sick again, I'm considering locking myself in my Man Cave with a can of Lysol.
The only thing more discouraging than having to shop at Walmart is having to ask for help.
I think people use terms incorrectly because they're lazy — or just to annoy me.
People say air plants are supposed to be a hassle-free and hard to kill. I just want to go on record and say I didn't take it as a personal challenge to prove them wrong.
When someone wanted a ride, I felt the pressure to cave. How was I going to get out of it?
Stop collecting regrets because life is too short -- plus, they don't increase in value.
I was kind of worried how my readers would react when I posted a couple of poems. Turns out my friends might be a bunch of poem haters.