Monthly Archives: November 2013

hip hip

My scale is a bad fat liar and a bastard. Not the good kind of liar, like when your friend says, “That person who took your old position at, say, that ski resort where you used to work is nowhere near as fun, interesting, or as smart as you.” Or, the kind of liar who […]

surgical precision indecision

I am the strangest type of extrovert. While it’s true I prefer to talk things out…and talk…and talk…and talk, I also tend to curl up like a pill bug when something is bothering me all deep down or maybe like a cat behind the couch. I actually don’t like either of those comparisons but I’m […]