Why I Shudder: The Top Three Worst Feelings

It happens every fucking time: I start to get the hang of things, and then the world goes to pieces. It’s like, I take two seconds for a break because I’m fucking tired, and the universe decides that this respite is unacceptable, so it sends shit raining from the sky, the gigantic turds landing in my “shit to do” pile. Next thing you know, I’m … Continue reading Why I Shudder: The Top Three Worst Feelings

Why I Work Alone: A Group Project Horror Story

If you’ve gone to school at any point in your life, you have felt the pain of group projects. The terror of being put in a group of people you don’t know; the horrifying disappointment when you notice that those strangers are lazy assholes; the sinking feeling in your stomach as you understand that you will have to complete the workload for five people by … Continue reading Why I Work Alone: A Group Project Horror Story

Why I Cringe: Confessions of A Socially Inept Human

I pride myself on being a semi-functioning human, or a humanoid-looking domesticated cat. Sure, I can take care of myself and even to some extent, of my hunting-impaired human counterpart; but if you try to make me interact with another human, I’ll just as likely scratch its juicy heart out as purr. Thus, going out in public is a minefield of social cues that I, … Continue reading Why I Cringe: Confessions of A Socially Inept Human

Why I Write: A Sarcastic Sapfest

Considering how often I complain about writing, you may be wondering why the hell I bother engaging in the torturous activity. Masochistic tendencies? Self-hatred? Chronic antisocial behaviour that requires a legitimate excuse? Besides the word addiction problem that all writers seem to suffer from, there’s a simple reason: a sloshy bucket. See, at some point during puberty, I went into an emo phase, without the black … Continue reading Why I Write: A Sarcastic Sapfest