I do too much shit, I’m actually exhausted. I just don’t know where to find it. A lot of people look at my (our) life and think I really have my shit together. I have an amazing family, two rad little humans (most of the time), a super hot wife, own a pretty successful salon, I… Continue reading I’m not perfect, I never wanted to be anyway!
But that’s your problem, not mine, really. As I was walking out of Walgreen’s this morning, a rather malevolent looking woman shot me the strangest, most forced smile I’ve seen in a while. Granted, my hair probably looked I just stuck fork in a socket and I had some really short shorts on. But it… Continue reading I’m clearly terrible because of my tattoos.
… it doesn’t match my decor. Therefore, plain and simple, kid’s shit doesn’t belong in my living room. Or bathroom. Or kitchen. Kids have bedrooms. They can keep their shit in there. I just don’t care to look at legos or batman toys or some godforsaken Pokemon obnoxiousness. Nope. So, while scrolling through the ‘book…… Continue reading No toys in my living room…
Seriously. The word ‘adulting’ sucks. Its absolutely asinine. Why, as adults, do we keep using it? Let’s think about this rationally… we are adults, right? By definition, we are bill-paying, child-owning, dinner making, house cleaning, adults. We are old enough to purchase cars, booze, houses, or have ice cream for breakfast- or cereal for dinner-… Continue reading Stop Adulting, You’re an adult.
What the hell am I even doing? No, not with my life. I think I have that figured out. Maybe. Who really ever knows, right? But a blog? Vlog? Let me get out my Urban dictionary. Where the hell do I find an urban dictionary? Amazon? Oh, good to know, its an app. Shit. That’s… Continue reading I don’t even know what a blog is, really.