I can’t believe it has already been 6 solid months since I started blogging on this site. There have been some ups and downs…some posts were fire others more like soggy branches (so, NOT fire). To my faithful readers, I’m sorry to say that I will be moving on. Frosty and I are stoked to pack up our bags, bowls, bones, and leashes. The last two items are his—I swear, and be on our merry way. We are going to move to Keene. I hear they have Green Dot down there, so maybe you wil

Here’s my problem. How do you ever know what someone else is feeling? Like when you ask someone and they say, “Fine,” how do you just know what fine feels like. For me, fine is a grit-your-teeth-and-struggle-through-the-day feeling. Other people may think of fine as an everything-is-right-in-the-world-and-I’m-so-happy-I-could-die feeling. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. I guess it partly depends on the context. I mean, it’s like being in a high school English class, usi

Recently, my world has been topsy turvy. A lot of change is happening right now, and I haven’t been able to handle it really well, or like at all. In fact, one could say that I’ve made some wicked bad decisions recently. After The Boyfriend left the picture, I’ve been feeling really sad and lonely. In order to feel better, I’ve been hitting the bars Jessica Jones style (she drinks a lot). One night, I went to the bar and was having quite a bit of fun, actually. I was chatting

This week has been epic, but not really in a good way. I’m getting ahead of myself. So, I’ve been dating this same person since March. They seemed so wicked cool at first, but I think the novelty has worn off. Maybe it’s not the novelty, so much as their niceness has disappeared, to be replaced with emotional cruelty. Don’t get me wrong, I can be wicked hurtful too, but together we have created a nasty storm. Fast forward to the present, I had just gotten off of work and was

Recently, a lot of people (2) have come up to me and asked, “Isn’t it scary to be an active bystander?” and “Why do you do it?” I told the first person, “Yes, I’m obviously not meant to be a security guard, and sometimes that’s what being an active bystander feels like.” But when the second person asked me, I wasn’t as surprised by the questions. In fact, I think I had a pretty good, perhaps too honest, response. I told them, “I’m actually an incredibly selfish person. I’m se