Not sold out yet, but it will be! Get yer tix here before it’s toooo lateeeee, Jimmmmmmm
(via julieklausner)
I will be attending this and so should you.
Not sold out yet, but it will be! Get yer tix here before it’s toooo lateeeee, Jimmmmmmm
(via julieklausner)
I will be attending this and so should you.
The first part of this story can be found here.
I didn’t look up as I walked past my father on my way out of the bar because I didn’t want him to see me leaving. Out on the sidewalk I considered my options for a minute and looked for a payphone.
I was walking towards the corner my…
The conclusion of the story I started earlier this week. Even by my standard’s this is fucked up.
Part one of a two part story.
I’ll never forget the night I spent with my father in September 1997. It was the first time anyone asked me how my mother died.
We were drinking at a bar in the Bronx when my father had introduced me to his secretary. My father’s job as a construction foreman…
From my story blog: Part one of a story about fathers and sons and lies, lies, lies.
My father and I were ready for dinner when the phone rang in the kitchen. Linda, my father’s wife, was still in the kitchen getting a drink so she answered the phone. She told the caller to hang on and put the receiver down on the counter. My father assumed it was for him because I rarely…
This weeks entry from my story blog. Find out how I was financially ruined as a child.
In case you were curious about my thoughts on dogs, dubstep or Hot Chelle Rae, peep these amazing questions that I got to answer for skeetonmischa. That’s right, PEEP IT.
I think Gillian is top notch. Partly because she doesn’t make me actively angry.
I can identify the sound of a Jeep Cherokee’s engine from very far away. After my parents got divorced when I was 14 and my dad moved out, he would drive by our house around 11pm every night in his Cherokee. He’d lived in that house with us since we all moved into it 12 years prior. I’d have…
This makes me want to hug Rob Delaney and it reminds me of the sound of my father’s old Ford Bronco rolling past the house at night.
Sentimental Accidents is my other blog. It’s the one where I tell stories and revisit traumatic events for your enjoyment. You can read it, follow it and reblog it as you see fit.
The latest post is a story about leaving home.
- Busty Space Helmet
- Nuclear Holly-caust
- Velma Lasertits
- Zsa Zsa GaBorg
- Wanda Cyber
- Nano Nanette
- Virtual Rhea Perlman
- Honeysuckle Apocalypse
- Automatoni Braxton
- Nike Dri Fit Negligee
- Thick Airiel
- Garbage Island Gladys (also a Garbage Pail Kid)
- Genetic Mutation Ginger
- Kentucky Steampunk
The only thing wrong with this list is that it doesn’t go on for 200 more names.
The newest story from my new project Sentimental Accidents is all about family, fights and ice cream.