I am at the point in my life where it’s become absolutely necessary to poop or get off the pot. I need to do things. Make changes. Set goals. Accomplish them. I’m 25 now and not getting any younger. I … Continue reading
A few days ago I was driving in to work at the crack of dadgum dawn, when it hit me: THIS IS MY LIFE NOW. It was surreal, and depressing, to face the day like that, just exactly as I’d … Continue reading
The first year I missed Thanksgiving with my huge crazy extended family was in 2005. I’d moved to Canada two months earlier to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. I’d just turned 19. I was in college. My little … Continue reading
And there was much rejoicing. Image from here.
I’m proud to be American. But I’m a little embarrassed of Arizona. Although I am no longer a registered voting resident of Legislative District 18 (includes Mesa west of Gilbert Road to Tempe, excluding Dobson Ranch), I still feel responsible … Continue reading
Remember how I said I had three part time jobs and together it felt like I was working one full time job? Guess what? Two days later one of those part time jobs turned into a full time job (with … Continue reading
September 2011 marks the start of my 25th year alive on this old earth. I’m not having a quarter-life crisis. But I nearly am. It’s not that I necessarily feel old—I have enough post-25 readers to know that I would … Continue reading