Category: Ex Trailer Trash

Some days you  mean well, but things don’t go exactly as planned. This week’s been kind of a blur. Work’s been insanely dead – as in, two hours at a time of twiddling my thumbs. It’s the nature of the business; you switch that off with the occasional, “Hmmm… do I dare factor in time…

This week pushed my limits. All I can say is, thank God for antibiotics and a walk-in clinic. And a Health Savings Account card that followed me past the old job. Sometimes it’s the little stuff that’ll get you. I felt enough better today I managed to actually cook both a meal (well, homemade chicken…

I came here to vent my political frustrations, then decided to play it cool and talk about other things, but holy fuck. What kind of moron doesn’t know better than to cut off the QUEEN OF ENGLAND? I mean, you’d think Putin would’ve programmed his bloated orange horse’s ass with a little bit more intelligence,…

From time to time I’ve talked about my siblings, albeit not often because I don’t interact with them all that much. My only surviving sister lives off in her own world, and more power to her. She opted out of becoming a mom, married a couple of times, and lives in a tiny junk-filled house…

Back when I initially published my (admittedly awful) first eBook, in late 2013, I danced with visions of retiring rich. Then I released the book to crickets and got a nice, big, fat reality check. There are self-published authors who make a respectable income – a few ranging upward of $1 million a year. The…