My Anaconda Can’t

In the last few weeks, I have watched copious amounts of romance movies. Why I would subject myself to that kind of torture is beyond my own understanding, but it has made me aware of something about my own relationship status: it doesn’t exist.  Continue reading “My Anaconda Can’t”


Live from the Big City

Last I wrote, I was in a perpetual nirvana of first-quarter-life crisis: a bleak job outlook, a resident of my parents’ basement, single, and more. While the latter is still true (I’m a steal gentlemen), the clouds have finally parted on the rest of my dismal life. Continue reading “Live from the Big City”