Nothing makes my upper lip sweat more than some good ol'-fashioned nausea. Though I often inhabit the calm, collected persona of "the person you'd most like to set your bones in the wilderness," my default is a skin-picking maelstrom of anxiety-induced tummy troubles.If you catch me ...Continue

If you are like me (and I suspect many of you are), television was your babysitter while you were growing up.  While my mom's parenting style would probably be frowned upon now, she kept me out of her way and out of trouble by letting me watch TV. It might even be more accurate to say she

If you're anything like me (and I suspect you are), you worry about spontaneous human combustion. Alright, it's not exactly keeping me up at nights. Anymore. But it used to. When I was a kid, I read about it in one of my many supernatural books (probably in a book titled something like, ...Continue

When I was 10 years old, a group of boys in my class took it upon themselves to make the cafeteria an unbearable place for me. At the time, I didn't know that what they were doing was sexual harassment. In fact, I only half-understood the perverted jokes they made as I sat there trying to

Today is a hard day. I don't know why it's hard, but it is. I woke up and lay in bed contemplating how much I actually needed to keep my shitty restaurant job. I eventually went to work, smiled through all the terrible customers, and then I came home, ate a snack, and took a shower. I sang in the