Beyond 30: The Next Chapters

Platonic Love: a relationship between two individuals deeply rooted in friendship, respect, and non-sexual love.  We have some catching up to do. Let's tackle the easy stuff first. First, as I am usually exceedingly punctual in all things, I apologize this is so late. The week got away from me and that's just the way it goes sometimes. Sunday rolled around and I had been more or less out the entire weekend (minus Saturday when I admittedly spent the majority of the day wildly hungover; more on that later) and I simply lacked the physical and mental energy to write at all. Monday, I got home from work far too late in the day to be anywhere close to productive. And yesterday, though I sat down to work on my blog for the week, flushing out my thoughts on this weeks topic was more difficult than I would have anticipated. So, thus. Here we are on Wednesday finally catching up. Second, I cut my hair! Some of you may not have seen this but alas: #SorryNotSorry that I made ...

You know, up until a couple of hours ago, I was so excited to write about my week today: new haircut, shindig in Denver, finally finding an apartment. But life, on occasion, happens to suck beyond the telling of it and even if I were less upset right meow, I find it doubtful that I'd be able to form my thoughts well enough to tell you about my week. Anger amplifies and focuses emotion. That's where I am right now. It is perhaps a moderately well known fact that my heeler, Isabelle, is something of a handful, by which I mean she is aggressive, territorial, and frankly sometimes a complete dick-bag. When I adopted her a couple of years ago, I knew what I was getting myself into having been privy to her behavioral issues before. As such, I've worked with her a lot to manage some of her behavioral problems and work on getting her more socialized both with other animals and other people. To her credit, she's more or less done quite well in those couple of years. In fact, i...

First and foremost, before we dive into this weeks musings on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, I have to tell you all some very, very important news: The Lost Boys is on Netflix. If you haven't seen this movie already, do yourself a favor and go watch it right now. It's a late eighties gem of a movie featuring the "Coreys" (before drug problems and sad, attempted music careers), a young and beautiful Jami Gertz, and most importantly, Kiefer Sutherland who plays the movies lead antagonist -- a gorgeous blond vampire whose goal is to break the protagonists moral center, shift his entire world view, and set him on a path of literal, figurative, and emotional destruction. It's a goddamn classic.  Plus, there's the added bonus of everything wonderful about the eighties: the music, clothes, a half naked dude playing the saxophone wearing an actual metal chain around his neck as decoration.  Jason Patric is pretty handsome, too (I mean, COME ON...

I'd like to preface this weeks blog with a confession: I have fallen behind on all of the things. As you know, last week I had to deliver the absolutely awful news of losing literally the perfect apartment in Fort Collins and as a result of such a devastating tragedy, all of my spare time has been spent since then resuming the ever time consuming hunt for housing. It goes without saying, and I'm sure some of you are well aware, that looking for an apartment is a massive time suck. Today, for example, I looked at two different places that weren't great fits for a variety of reasons and that took up at least two hours of my afternoon on top of drive time, coordinating time with the current tenants, communication, etc. I'm just tired of it. Why can't an apartment that's a good fit fall in my lap? I just want a place that's within my budget, has a backyard for my dog, a washer and dryer, and isn't a complete dump. Having a reasonably responsible roommate...