An artist adrift… Good afternoon and welcome to today’s edition of “I’m scared and confused and lost!” I’m writing this because there’s a lot going on in my head and I would like the little gremlins who operate my brain to pls GET A GRIP. God! …

What to do when literally no one is paying attention to you. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be anonymous on the internet. To clarify, I am not talking about the type of anonymity that encourages trolls. …

Gremlins everywhere are talking about it… Jack wakes up in the morning like he’s Cinderella. Windows wide open, playing Vivaldi on a record player*, glass footwear. You get it. Evil stepmother… rackety step sisters… a ball. You get it? …

Sara’s apartment is a writer’s dream. It’s all ceramic mugs, exposed brick wall, mismatched chairs, sweeping views of the city, and a 7-foot-tall bookcase painted “retro mint” filled entirely with Terry Pratchet’s life work. I have been using my time here to watch the Real Housewives of New York. I…

Greetings folx. It’s been a while since I shared my nonsense opinions on the internet.* *anyone who follows me on twitter knows that this is a blatant lie. WITH further ado (plot twist), here are my updates about Life in Chillinois: Believe it or not, my workday starts at 5:00…

“This guy I used to date thinks I have multiple personality disorder…But he’s nice about it. The other day he said to me ‘I’m so happy you can be yourselves with me,’ and I was like ‘me’s too.’” This is the opening line I used in one of my most…

Wooooo! Look at you! Having a girlfriend and what not. How great. How good for you! I’m so glad you’re in a relationship. So glad. I’m single, and I like to tell people that I’m single by choice. But no one’s really single by choice. Being single might be a…

Product Review: Triscuits I sit here in my office on a long and lonesome Tuesday night consuming Pickle-flavored Triscuits because I am here and they are also here and one thing led to another and now I am eating pickle-flavored Triscuits. Let me be clear. I do not like pickles…

Welcome to today’s edition of rampant procrastination and self-sabotage. The weather is a balmy light-sweater degrees out, as it always is, without fail, here in the Chillicon Valley™. How is lovely Slim Reaper™ doing on this fine Thursday afternoon? Well, to be honest, last quarter I got gum stuck in…