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 rearranged our office this evening.  I moved everything around and nothing is anywhere it used to be.  I can’t find a god damn thing anymore.  WHERE ARE THE BILLS?  Oh well, they must not be important.  We’ll get new ones next month, right?  No problem.
As I took a break from the chaos of moving too many things in too small of an area with too few people helping me (read: none), I wandered down  the hall to put some laundry from the wash to the dryer – the same …

Do you know how much it costs to have RotoRooter come to your house on a Monday night to spend 20 minutes snaking your sink?  $266 American dollar bills. Pipes and plumbing and water are so dumb. Why can’t we go back to a simpler time when people would get their water from a well or a river or whatever and maybe contract dysentery but never have to deal with plumbers who charge outrageous amounts of money.  Also, money is dumb.  I think we need to just barter and trade …

Our homeowner woes continue. I’m preparing our bathroom for new paint and vinyl floor tiles. As I pulled out the old vinyl tiling, what should appear? CRACKS! IN THE CEMENT FLOOR! FUCK YOU!
Sometimes I hate this house so much!
Luckily, I’ve been doing some research and repairing the cracks isn’t going to take too long and it’s something I can do myself. I’m going to practice positive thinking and look at this as a learning opportunity and not the total bullshit fucking fuckery …

I pulled an extra comforter out of the linen closet last night and as I was lying underneath it on the living room floor, playing with Gus, I saw a small spider crawl away from me.  Logically, I assumed it had been on the blanket and that it was a baby and so I screamed frantically for my wife with the severe phobia of spiders, to come and kill it while I held Gus back like it was a grenade.
It didn’t take long for paranoia to set in and I …