Dinner For Two, Hold The Emmy.

Most nights at my delivery job, I experience a series of "I wanna quit right now", and "I hate this", and "Secret Clinical Strength Stress Sweat¬†deodorant really phoning it in"¬†- type moments. Recently, I had a conversation with a girl in her early twenties who looked like she just woke up at 8pm, the two … Continue reading Dinner For Two, Hold The Emmy.

Steak n Angst.

I feel like a Voodoo spell has come o'er me this week. Monday, I almost rear ended someone and I lightly crashed into a cement post on my way out of a parking garage, buckling my front bumper out of alignment. Completely unsure of myself on the road, I was looking forward to navigating around … Continue reading Steak n Angst.