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Lets get back in to the swing of things shall we?

I haven’t written anything for my self in a while. In fact…. about six months… maybe a year? It wasn’t a conscious decision, but it wasn’t a bad change either. Gave me a chance to engage in the real world,… Continue Reading →

On being an adult – a post in which I mention balls, knife fights and caulking, proving that I have no business being an adult

It’s happened. That moment every 20 something thinks is a lifetime away. I realized that I am basically making eye contact with 30. Like, aggressive, across a crowded bar eye contact. Theres still a bunch of shit between you but… Continue Reading →

Activities – because apparently sitting on your couch all day is weird and unhealthy

You know one of those stereotypes about depression is not doing stuff you like? I totally did that. And you know how they tell you that physical activity and yoga are good for combatting depression? Sooooo…. that may have been… Continue Reading →

What do snowstorms and zombies have in common? Wine. Trust me, it’ll make sense soon. I think… Honestly, I’ve been drinking wine.

If you have been a reader of this strange blog for any length of of time, you will know that I have a weird obsession with Zombies (shameless plug for my book – its totally about zombies, go read it)…. Continue Reading →

Smile? Holy shit that Charlie Chapman song suddenly makes so much sense…

I seem to be in the midst of a lingering depression that I desperately want to tell to fuck off but, given it’s an illness and doesn’t actually care what I want, that isn’t really possible. So instead, I need… Continue Reading →

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