On Writing

I remember when I could call myself a writer. I remember when all these words used to come to me so easily—I’d be walking down the street and an idea would pop in my head and I’d be able to write down the whole thing in an hour. I remember when the jokes used to […]

The Curse: Part One

I am like 85% sure that my family is cursed. Like, every family has their share and flavor of hardship, obviously. But there’s something especially ridiculous about the things that happen to the people in my family. (And me. I’m predominantly talking about me here. This is, after all my blog lol) Sometimes, the things […]

hooooooboy

It’s been a while since I’ve last written. That’s a common theme here, it seems. I pop in once a year to write about something, then my life catches fire, and then I get a brief reprieve a year later and finally have the energy to write some silly little jokes about whatever nonsense I […]

just another story about white supremacist patriarchy

TW: Suicidal ideation. In mid-January, my mental health took a nose dive, and I wrote about it. I had no energy to do things, and I really wanted to die, but I really didn’t want to hurt my loved ones by dying. Every night was a non-stop inner monologue about how I could make my […]

This is fine.

Cool! Cool cool cool cool cool.

Bodyodyodyodyodyodyody

There’s something about bleeding out of your butthole that really makes you question your life choices. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. We need to get to the bottom of this and work our way up. (Fair warning, I go absolutely HAM on the poop jokes in this post) Around this time two years ago, […]

Happy Birthday to Me

I turned 31 yesterday, which would absolutely be unremarkable except for the fact that Justin, my big brother, died when he was 31. That’s a friendly way of putting it, though. Justin took his own life at 31. There, that’s more realistic. I’ve been dreading my birthday for almost the whole year. I was super […]

Did You Miss Me? I Sure Did.

My last post on HFOW was a year and a half ago. I don’t know about you, but I feel like some big shit went down between December of 2019 and July of 2021? Like maybe something fundamentally shifted worldwide for a whole year? I just can’t quite put my finger on it… If you […]

One Year Later

Dear Dad, I call you “Gerald” when I’m angry with you. I call you “Dad” when I think about all the things you did for me. I think about you every day: what you’d think of the news (you’d be incredulous), of technology (slightly offended, probably), of a certain movie (would you hate Marvel films […]

And I Was Doing So Well

Do you think Seasonal Affective Disorder can work in reverse? Because I’m starting to think that maybe it can. Case in points: 1. The days are getting longer, which means there’s more time for me to examine all my decisions by the light of day and worry myself into a tizzy or a panic attack. […]