Category Do not judge

A bit about Phil, a lot about Addiction.

This is not going to be one of those “The Truth About Addicts” posts that people seem so fond of writing. I am not a counselor or any type of specialist, and my opinions on drugs and addiction only come from the past eight years and my own personal experiences (only). I was driven to […]


“When we say things like “people don’t change” it drives scientists crazy because change is literally the only constant in all of science. Energy. Matter. It’s always changing, morphing, merging, growing, dying. It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural. The way we cling to what things were instead of letting things be […]

Being Twenty Seven.

I am about to go all broken record here, on this blog, and I am giving you fair warning. Get out now, because if you are someone who knows me, you’ll have heard all this (mostly) before. One. Two. Three. Okay. If you’re still reading, let me just explain that I know I’ve said all […]

To be or not to be.

(Initially, I started writing this without the intention of offending anyone. Towards the end though, I realized that it’s very possible I will, so I am saying now that I’m sorry if I do.) I recently came across an question in the dooce community, about feminism. It’s taken me until today to answer for myself, […]

April Twenty First, Two Thousand and Seven.

Diaryland is the first website I ever used for journaling (blogging?), for about four years, it was my safe place. Long before myspace, facebook, blogger, or even Livejournal…I had Diaryland, and a good portion of myself can still be found there. That’s the great thing about the internet, everything you write is there forever, or […]

April Twenty Ninth, Two Thousand and Six.

This entry from 2006 was written about four months after moving to Washington. I have never made a secret of my love for this state, and I have made it a point over the years to remind people that this was my choice, and mine alone. Nobody wanted me to leave Tennessee, and looking back, […]

January Fifteenth, Two Thousand and Four.

I wrote daily for years. On June sixth, it will have been eight years since my first internet post, and since I have a lot going on in my life right now (none of which I find fitting to share just yet), I think I’ll start posting random entries from years past. And I do […]