1. Do not make it more complicated than it has to be.  By this I mean DO NOT MAKE IT MORE COMPLICATED.
2. When you chip out those tiles in the bathroom shower stall, don’t wait two years to fix it because when you get divorced and you have to sell your home it will only make it more stressful to deal with these kinds of repairs and by stressful, I mean expensive and by expensive, I mean it will cost more money than you have and it will MAKE THINGS …

I’m on a tear, people.  I’m deleting the shit out of every superfluous thing in my life.  Facebook (temporarily), Anonymous blogs (OH, YOU DIDN’T KNOW?  HAHAHA…well, too bad.  DELETED!), furniture, emails, photos, Tumblr blogs, therapy! cats!, Anonymous twitter accounts (OH, YOU DIDN’T KNOW?  HAHAHA…well, too bad.  DELETED!), text messages, music and people I don’t like.  Are you one of them?  MAYBE (probably not)!
I’ve contemplated deleting this blog.  Over and over and over and over…and over.  Not today, though.  No.  I’m going to take some time to get my head on …

Back in early March I wrote a post called Advanced Self-Loathing on which many people commented such beautiful and kind things that I was overwhelmed.  It started in me a profound change and I spent many months in a process of uncovering parts of myself that I either didn’t know existed, or that didn’t exist until I let them or they were given to me.  I don’t really know and ultimately it doesn’t really matter because that isn’t the point in all of this.
I don’t really know the point right …

I’ve started and stopped this post no less than fifty times in the last two weeks, and in the last five minutes I have written an rewritten this sentence about nine times. Delete and rewrite. Edit. Delete. Write. I’m slowly driving myself insane. That will become entirely too obvious in the days and weeks to come.
Janie and I have broken up after eight years together.
That’s the long and short of it.
Everything is a mess. Our lives are a mess. This house is a …

I’m having a hard time coping.  With change, with life, with the shit in my head and my heart.  I don’t know how to manage a lot of my own feelings…some new, some so old and ugly.  I alternate between feeling good and feeling shitty, wanting to change and giving up on myself.  Somewhere in the midst of all this personal growth, I feel like I’ve lost a part of myself…a part that wasn’t meant to be lost.  Something seems missing, something is not right.  There is an emptiness.  An …