mental health

the semi-serious post of 2013

The upshot to being bat shit crazy is that at least I make it look good and, with having recently spent my rent on a Burberry purse, it now looks quite fashionable as well.  One of the areas in which I really excel is reading meaning into things that have none.  I can glance at […]


thank you, I think …

I started this blog immediately after quitting Facebook, primarily as a means through which to ensure that my emotionally charged neuroses have an outlet that is not my office or my shitty, over-priced, and dog-shit ridden apartment complex.  See, an outburst on par with those I am capable of having could send me to jail […]



Talking to my psychiatrist sometimes is like ripping my teeth out one by one, soaking them in gasoline and then putting them back in my mouth.  Needless to say it’s uncomfortable and borders on excruciating every time he says “And why do you think that is the case?”  Why go, you ask?  Yeah, good point, […]