I’ve read through all of Elliot Rodger’s “manifesto”. It’s long, tedious, monotonous, and frankly boring. It’s a self-written delusion about a rich boy who cries and throws temper-tantrums when he doesn’t get things like a large fucking bedroom with a … Continue reading
Tomorrow I am signing probably two dozen papers to officially become a homeowner for the first time. It is both fascinating and terrifying in literally the same point in space/time. However, when I look back to the nearly ten years … Continue reading
At the risk of inflating my ego a bit, I’ve been on the internet a long time. Longer than most people. But more importantly, I’ve been witness to the shape and form the internet has taken over the past nearly … Continue reading
I write because I have no one else to talk to. I foolishly believe that opening one of my many personal shields to the internet is somehow therapeutic, despite the fact that no one will read it, current and future … Continue reading
I don’t often talk about the period of time I worked at Red Robin because it wasn’t one of the best times in my life. I worked fifty-hour weeks sometimes, coming home smelling like a grease trap. Early on, it … Continue reading