Tag: dad

When I was young,  my father completely tricked me into believing the tooth fairy was a short, fat bald man. I was so scared. I wrote him notes every time I lost a tooth to let him know how much I loved him, and how he was my best friend …

Sometimes I don’t understand my own brain at all. I know I’m not a dumb person. I’m well read. I enjoy trivia. I feel I have a relatively high social IQ. With the exception of math, I did really well in school. Regardless, I’m constantly finding myself in situations where …

I realize that sometimes, I take things a little too far. I obsess, that’s just my nature. Like my love for John Cusack… I’m sure you, internet, are even sick of hearing about it at this point. But still I trudge on and I will announce my love for all …

—- Yesterday was my mommy’s birthday. I won’t tell you how old she is, but since she has recently taken an interest in my blog, I have decided to dedicate a post to the awesomeness that is my mother. I mean she did create me, right? At the very least …