Yep, that is a horrible pun for the fact we’re approaching March* and I don’t care. The last several months for yours truly has epically been made of suck and I’m looking forward to all the things
Giraffe Love
As a kid, I didn’t have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary GIRAFFE. This unnamed giraffe would be my scapegoat whenever I did something I shouldn’t. (Which honestly, wasn’t that often. I was a well-behaved rugrat.)
The Question of Knowing Our Future and The Future of Us
It’s pretty safe to say that at some point in our life, we would give our baby toes to glimpse into our future or hop into the DeLorean to change some instance in our past. Hell, Bestie
Something to Resolve
If you’ve lurked here long enough, you would know that I’m not big on the resolution thing. You’d also know that I kinda sorta suck at the goal thing. This happens because I usually aim too high*
On Unemployment… and Writing
Six weeks ago, I was laid off from the day job. The same day job that should’ve only lasted three weeks in 2007. This fact hasn’t softened the blow and I’ve been staving off a major bout