Giving yourself permission

I can't remember his exact words, but my main funny-man Louis CK has this stand-up bit where he talks about aging. With his usual sarcasm, he goes on about how twenty-year-olds think they're gonna live forever. They revel in the mystical idea of turning thirty. "What's it gonna be like when I'm THIRTY!?" (audience laughter … Continue reading Giving yourself permission

What she said

I love it when friends call me on my shit. Especially when the shit I’ve been meaning to talk about is fucking awesome. So when the subject of this story called me out on my very public (Facebook) post of , "you just know I'm gonna blog about this", I was nudged, ever so lovingly, do … Continue reading What she said

Jellyfish

His name was Duke. A delicious, twenty-something tall drink of London with dirty blonde hair, emerald eyes and sun-kissed abs. I usually dug the Mario’s and Antonio’s of the world, but with Duke, I made an exception. He was the precursor to David Beckham, only without the tanorexic Spice wife, four kids and bank roll. … Continue reading Jellyfish