In six years of college it never occurred to me that I’d ever lack steady employment. I don’t think I would have survived the frequent all-nighters if I ever once stopped to think that I’d be in my late 20s wondering how I would pay my bills.

Have all your kids at twenty three; just bust them all out as fast as you can.

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Being jobless is…AWESOME.  I know everyone’s writing about the unemployed life, but that’s because everyone is unemployed, at least as far as I can …

Having “The Money Talk” is no fun, but where would we be without it?

You can compose very clearly, a huge number of thoughts, either complimentary or venomous, which can be sent en-masse. This huge amount of love or abuse, gets shot at a moment, a giga-second, by pressing a button, we’re sometimes not even looking at, the moment we do it.

It’s almost as though, our finger did it, and not us.

Burlesque Dancer ponders whether to take the news home to Mom, or having Facebook do it for her . . .

After all these years of trying so hard to be so good at so many things, I have realized that I’m only kind of ok at most things. It’s no surprise that I have a hard time focusing my energy these days.

Seems like Hollywood filmmakers are great at throwing (imaginary) family members, exes, etc. in bed with a couple for comical relief, but what about that thing people don’t usually find funny, but is there: Stress. Anxiety. “The Dark Cloud of Worrisome Thoughts”.