Is a high bar, but I will try.

IMO, airbrushed jackets are one of the most horrific and glorious relics of the 80s. Look at these goddamned things. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about a KUNK painted jean jacket.

So, we bought our house at the height of the market. Our fault, admittedly. I am trying to get a loan modification. I have called 7-10 times. I have faxed/emailed/provided my P & L 3 times. It’s been lost 3 times. Last time they actually received it and confirmed it 5 days later, the statute had run out on the request so I had to re-submit. Not our fault. The bottom line is be rich or rent. I hope this helps.

I never knew my father. At all. When I had my first child, I was scared shitless, because A) I never knew my father, B) the vast majority of male “role models” (Uncle Ken notwithstanding) called me fat, a homo, a pussy or some combination of those things, and C) we had no money.

Has honestly turned out to be the greatest joy of my life. The kids are each unique, exasperating, wonderful, frustrating, demanding and adorable.

This post really has no point I guess. Fuck you dad.

Even my cold, dead heart is warmed by a few things, people, etc.

• Traffic
• Lateness
• Country Music
• Collection calls-Jesus H. Christ, I’ll pay you when I can. Shit.

Still figuring the ins and outs.

There are many. Here are just a few:

Cosplay

Bike messengers

Golf

Competitive hackey sack, frisbee, etc.

Ethiopian food

Crossfit