Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy. is what my attorney called me when I had to testify against my abusive ex-boyfriend, so this blog is pretty much sanctioned by the legal system.
Why I Answered My Dad’s Gay Sex Ad — Narratively
My Ex Sent My Nude Photos to My Coworkers — Cosmopolitan
How I Unlearned The Bigotry My Father Taught Me — Marie Claire
A Non-Asshole’s Guide to Interacting with Assholes — Scary Mommy
I used to work at a psych ward before getting a serious and impressive job working at some asshole’s startup. That lasted for about 8 months before I realized I’m 0% interested in being serious or impressive.
If I spend any longer trying to fix the awkward spacing of the line right above this one, I will end up throwing my computer across the room– which is a bad idea, because this computer knows all of my secrets.
Facebook page – writing and memes. I never said I was an intellectual giant, don’t judge me.
Facebook profile – This is mostly for complaining about coworkers.
Twitter – Every time something awkward happens (usually in a public restroom) I take it to Twitter.
Instagram – Mostly mountains, beer, and selfies.
I’m really good at keeping an updated list of things I’m not good at– working with advertisers is one of them. I’m horribly overpaid at my day job which means I’m not financially motivated to do anything with this blog other than talk about sex and what dead people smell like.
I appreciate the interest and am super flattered, but this is probably the only documentary I will ever agree to be a part of. Though podcasts are fun. Basically I’m only interested in things that require an hour of my time and not leaving the house.
Everything here is original content and cannot be reproduced without my permission. If you steal my stuff, I will hunt you down and make you listen to me speculate about non-linear time. Please don’t make me do this, because I prefer to be appallingly lazy.
You’re allowed to disagree with me, but please don’t be vicious and please don’t be a troll. I’ll let someone else explain to you why this is a bad idea.