#DumpsterFire 14 is up!!! Bernie, the campaign trail, Wokeism, PETA and so much more!!! Tell your friends.
The thing I love the most about Locals is that it’s less “me” and more “we” which is the way I always wanted Phetasy, Inc. to be.
Love you renegades and rascals.
If waking up in a panic at 5am isn’t your thing—starting your own company probably isn’t for you.
Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.
We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.
I’m going on Ethan Suplee’s podcast so if you have any questions about diet or exercise or body related stuff please let me know!
It’s been torture waiting to announce to the world that we have this dope community but I’m so excited about the potential for growth and interaction here. Eeeeeeee!!!!
I mentioned in the Dumpster Fire that I wanted to read that short story, "I Sexually Identify as An Attack Helicopter" and someone shared the archive with me. So I'm gonna share it with you for anyone who wants to read it!
You can always tell I'm on deadline when I'm spending a shit ton of time on Twitter.
I'm really loving Locals. Feels so much more like a community. Oh and I wrote this about Ricky Gervais. I hope it's as fun to read as it was to write.
Thank you, humans. All of you. Yes, you. Especially you.
Reflecting on another year past, another decade crashing on the shores of time, another ball dropping on another New Year...only two feelings continuously wash over me: gratitude and humility.
Because I shouldn’t be here. The truth is, I should have probably died before this decade even began but by sheer luck--I didn’t--and not only that, I made it to see the end of this decade. A lot of people much better than me didn’t. I know parents who have lost their children, friends who lost their battle against depression or addiction (or both), adults who randomly and tragically happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time or were taken far too early by cancer.
As the expression goes: There but for the Grace of God go I.
Or as Nas said: Life’s a bitch, but God-forbid that bitch divorce me.
Or as I say: I came. I tried. I died.
Whether it’s God or random chance or that the person controlling my avatar ...