Excedrin
After dad left in 1986, and all the way up to when I left home in 92, mom would plow through a 60 count bottle of Excedrin a day. She always complained of headaches and other aches and, of course, …
Category: Rants
You do not talk about Sam’s Club
Why do some people treat their Costco and Sam’s Club membership like it’s a big secret? I’ll say, hey, next time you go to one of those places, can I tag along and get some stuff? And they react as …
Safe at Home
I’ve recently been criticized because I refused to give out my home address to my supervisor, who was inquiring suspiciously (in my opinion) and, besides, don’t you have it on file? I’ve been nervous about giving out my address before …
Unusual Positions
I’ve figured out that the only way I can enjoy sex is if I do it someplace unusual. Not like on a pedestrian bridge over the Interstate, just anywhere outside of the bedroom. This can range from the innocent (my …
Midnight, and I’m waiting on the 12:05.
Should I be ashamed of my love for Juice Newton? Because whenever “Queen of Hearts” comes on the radio, I start rocking out all white-boy style while everybody else – and I mean, even the ubiquitous barroom 80’s guy – …
Train Town
Red Line, Shady Grove. An empty train waiting for me at the Silver Spring stop, the morning commute already hot and sweaty. On my way into Union Station, I take a seat on the sun-side so I can watch an …
Scar in the morning
I struggle with many things every day. Chief among them: Gabrielle Anwar. Intense beauty? Or dried up, scary husk?
Waiting…
I can’t wait for certain people to leave my day job (or for me to leave). Every day I have these thoughts, as I go into the GS forums and post whatever blathering idiocy is infecting my brain. There’s a …
Travel Bug
I hate this travel bug. Every morning I get off at Union Station in downtown DC and I wonder why I’m going to work. Why not just take off and go? Of course, all the departing trains are going to …
Potty Dog & Dreams of Spinach
I had a dream about the guy over at Flaming Spinach last night. Not what you think. I was his landlord and the dream was more about the place I was renting. But, first, let’s talk about Potty Dog, since …