Even though I’m surly today, this article about the pain and joy of the Christmas season put a smile on my face. My joy, age 8: getting a Cabbage Patch kid and therefore gaining admittance to Carrie Van Hoosier’s “Cabbage Patch Club” (the little bitch had eight of ’em). My pain: mine had glasses. I know Mom was trying to make me feel good about myself and all, but I just felt like a big nerd who had a big nerd of a doll. I still got in the damn club though.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.