Fuck You, Toaster.

No matter how you spin it, if it’s looming over you, it’s bound to cast down on you. And so it will and as it does… you find yourself pinned down by it. There’s nothing wrong with loving the wrong person. It’s allowed, if not encouraged to all. Especially when you’re young. The tragedy comes […]

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Happy Birthday, Daddy.

Well. folks, today would have been my father’s 70th birthday! OLD indeed. I was fine, absolutely fucking fine. Until this morning. I had this whole day planned out – I bought tickets well over a month ago to see Book of Mormon tonight. I figured since I was single, I would need a distraction today […]

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YOU ARE WHAT YOU YOGI

DAY 29 CLASS 28 AND 29!! ALWAYS DOUBLE DOWN ON 29. Always. It was a successful double this morning. I was nervous (surprise, surprise) but knew that once I got there I would be fine. My co-worker Damonte came with me to the first class. We walked over to the studio and we went through […]

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