Well, shit… here we are. Four months in Austin. What a wacky and wild ride so far. I don’t know what I expected to happen when I came here. I don’t know if I expected anything at all to be honest. I just knew I wanted to come here. I’ve known I want to be … Continue reading Finding the Blog’s Identity
Tag: writing
Turning Obstacles into Opportunities
I need to get bug spray. Both of my ankles are surrounded by 360 degrees of bug bites. I’m taking it as a compliment. I’ve got some sexy ankles. Everyone wants a piece. Come get some, bitches. Boy, life is good right now. I’ve been finding my groove out here in all sorts of different … Continue reading Turning Obstacles into Opportunities
Performance Through Trial and Error
Holy smoked salami is it a beautiful day today. The weather in Austin is very interesting. It’s super nice one minute and then pouring penis the next. The weather app will say it’s going to be 79 degrees and then it turns out to be 100. It’s kind of fun. I always get a chuckle … Continue reading Performance Through Trial and Error
Poop
I think I’m going to order a tea. I need to figure out if it makes me shit myself or not. Speaking of shitting yourself, I found a name for my potential memoir some day: Between the Poop. A story about the things that happen in between running to the bathroom. I’m sitting here right … Continue reading Poop
Asking “What Am I Doing With My Life?”
Today’s blog post is sponsored by Hannah’s Hibiscus Titty Rings. If you like the cool and mellow taste of hibiscus and the sudden sharp pain of metal through your nipples, Hannah’s Hibiscus Titty Rings are guaranteed to be exactly what you’re looking for. Fantastic. Tremendous. Cool. Neat. Fun. This is fun. I’m having fun. I’ve … Continue reading Asking “What Am I Doing With My Life?”
My Tragic Love Story
Weeeeeeeeeeeee. I had the most amazing set last night. It wasn’t all roses before that, though. It was actually no roses. The day was pretty awful before that. What do they say, though? It’s always darkest before the dawn? I guess I have to share my tragic love story for some background. Before the pandemic … Continue reading My Tragic Love Story
Shaba daba ding dong and Some Thoughts on Writing
Shaba daba ding dong. Interesting. The only word which was supposedly spelled wrong in that beautiful prelude was “daba.” I don’t know what a shaba is, but I want one. Oh, I was wrong. It says shaba is spelled wrong now. Must have just been because it was capitalized as the first word of the … Continue reading Shaba daba ding dong and Some Thoughts on Writing
Writing and Smoking Weed aka “the Doob”
Shaba laba ding dong. Boing. Blimp. Fun socket. This is me trying to write. I’ve been keeping to my word of writing two hours a day and it’s been quite nice. Sometimes it takes a little bit to get going and I just have to write down random words and noises for ten minutes, but … Continue reading Writing and Smoking Weed aka “the Doob”
A Very Short Story I Wrote While Drunk
Geoffrey Karmatootatoo was a simple man. He liked eggs and fucking his wife. There were few things in life which made him feel anything. He spent many years experimenting with drugs, hoping to find a strong feeling. He fell in love, and that was the strongest thing he had ever felt, but it still wasn’t … Continue reading A Very Short Story I Wrote While Drunk
Richie Bigobootoo
Hi my name is Richie Bigobootoo