June 2012
6 posts
May 2012
6 posts
Revenge is a dish best served with mint jelly.
When I was 11, I went on a field-trip to the farm on the Orange County Fairgrounds. It’s a pretty common trip for elementary schools in the area, since lessons on animals and agriculture were included in the public school curriculum, and it was one of the only “farms” left in Orange County. You could milk a cow, see new piglets, collect eggs - the whole shebang.
There was also...
I don't get hit on very often, but when I do, I'm...
I wasn’t programmed to handle normal human interaction.
I use awkward hand gestures, I continually sport a facial expression like I’ve been caught going through your underwear drawer, I laugh inappropriately during deeply personal stories and I will definitely fall into or on something during the course of a conversation. And this is when everything is going well.
When an...
Your grandfather told wuss stories.
When I was nine-years-old the O.J. Simpson trial was at it’s peak.
I had no idea who he was; I’d never seen a picture of him and I’d only heard his name in passing. Being a kid, I assumed he had something to do with orange juice and he was in the news because he’d discovered a new way to make it even better.
Yes, for a brief period, I was innocent.
Even though the...
