When last we left off in Welcome to Texas, y’all, Rob and I were waiting for our furniture to arrive from Florida. Our move-in date (as scheduled) was June 3rd. As you may recall, two weeks later, on June 15th, All Movers Relocation offered to deliver half of our furniture with no specifications of how … Continue reading Texas, part II: Dude, where’s our stuff?
It started with the MVD, i.e., My Version of Damnation, or the “Motor Vehicle Division” as they like you to believe. (My friend is convinced it’s actually one of Dante’s levels of hell, and I think that’s a more accurate assessment.) So the Judge (my father) and I go to this circle of doom on Monday of … Continue reading The DMV nightmare
I disappeared for a while, and I apologize to my loyal fans who actually noticed (I heart you). What had happened was…I had to present some thesis material at my writing workshop, so I abandoned blogging in lieu of thesis work (what? where are my priorities! I know), and then I went out of town, … Continue reading Open letter to a D-bag
Running sucks. I’ve grown to have a love/hate relationship with it ever since graduating college, but it used to be pure hatred. “People are not meant to run!!” I’d feel like shouting to PE instructors, coaches, and friends who thought our bonding time would be best spent with me trying not to dry heave. I may be … Continue reading What’s that sound?
They Call Me Fushilou 