Wednesday, December 27, 2017

My toes hurt

I have kept this comic strip since I clipped it from the Sunday paper in 1995.

Here it is. As relevant as ever.

As a bonus, it appears to have been published on my 20th birthday.

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Or is it "phone-esque?"

"Phone-y" is the new "phony."

I should re-read The Catcher In The Rye through this lens.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Tolerable living through chemistry

Ah, middle age. When you don't know how your body will betray you each day so you commute with -- hang on -- five types of pills. Yet you somehow still need birth control. Make that six.

Friday, June 16, 2017

"I'm the same as I was when I was six years old/And oh my God I feel so damn old"

I caught a glimpse of myself in the window of the train this week. This is unusual because my commute (while lengthy as fuck) is awesome and I rarely have to stand. Anyway, I was wearing a t-shirt, hoodie, ripped jeans, steel-toed shitkickers, and a beanie. And I realize I still dress like I snuck out of the house to see a Pearl Jam show in 1992.

I don't know why I get misgendered so often. I don't dress like a man, I dress like a child!