I used to ride home from college with my friend Becca. She had a red Chevy Cavalier named Joan. Or Judy. One of those. The drive from Charleston to Greenville is just over three hours. On Friday afternoons we were in great moods. We would sing and smoke cigarettes. Have a grand ole time. The Sunday ride home, however, was not quite as exciting. There was always a moment, somewhere around Orangeburg, when Becca would hit the steering wheel and scream, “I’m so sick of driving!”

“It’s the day of the show ya’ll” -Waiting for Guffman So unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know that today was the day that Krispy Kreme replaced their normal glaze with chocolate and people went ape shit. For real. I happened to drive by Krispy Kreme at 7:50 last night and there was a line out the door. When I drove by an hour later, the line had gotten longer. Leave it to America to take a once in a life time solar event and figure out how to make it fattening. I’

8:32am I took an Ativan at like 6pm last night so I’ve been passed out for the past 13 hours. My parents will be here at like 10:30am to drive me to Atlanta. It’s fanny pack off day so I’m literally counting down the minutes until they unhook me from this thing. 8:58am I’m a little short on cash right now so I’ve been walking down to the lobby of my apartment complex to have my coffee. It is a “perk” of the complex but a “perk” I don’t think they thought people would take adv

Netflix has made me hate waiting. I’m now used to knowing what happens immediately. The idea of waiting a week to find out what happens to Jon Snow or Rick from The Walking Dead is horrifying. I hate it so much that sometimes I’ll just let episodes build up, like three or four at a time, so I can just watch them and not have to wait and wonder. Life does not work on Netflix’s schedule. Life doesn’t allow for binging. I got my MRI and CT scans done on Saturday and had to wait

I’ve never been blackmailed, but I imagine the feeling is similar to having cancer in your lymph nodes. The cancer is just hanging out like, “You do just what I say or I’ll ruin you.” And I’m all, “You don’t want to do this…just give me the pictures back!” I was in Atlanta over the weekend getting my second round of MRIs and CT scans. Scans always make me nervous, and I imagine they will for the rest of my life. The first round was great, and I have no reason to think that th

On June 11, 1997, Michael Jordan scored 38 points, had seven rebounds, five assists, and three steals in game five of the NBA finals. While that would have been a remarkable achievement on a normal night, that particular game is etched in time because he scored those 38 points, had those seven rebounds, doled out those five assists and nabbed those three steals while he was sick with the flu. I will never forget those images of him with the towel over his head, barely holding

This past New Years Day, Jaimie and I drove up to Brasstown, a little resort tucked away in the North Georgia mountains. They had this insane deal on Travelzoo, and I bought three nights for $69 dollars each. And since we got there on the first, once everyone was headed back to work, we had the place to ourselves! That’s one of the joys of being a freelance writer. Other people can have their insurance benefits and 401K plans, I have hotels to myself on my two days of vacatio

“You trying to relax is the most stressful thing in the world.” This is what Jaimie said to me yesterday as I was trying to do nothing. My doing nothing was wiping down the stove haphazardly. Yesterday was a a hard day. My chemo brain started earlier than normal. It usually sets in Friday night but this time it set in Thursday around 3pm. That’s no fun. All of a sudden, I just couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t write well. I was misspelling words and not able to edit. I stil

We went into Anthropologie yesterday. That's a weird name for a store. Like are they telling us that 2000 years ago clothes and flatware had flower prints and were girly? Had to get up at 4:45 this morning to drive to Atlanta for treatment. That is a bummer morning on so many levels. It’s hard enough to get up that early when you have to catch a flight to somewhere exciting, but to get up that early to drive to Atlanta for chemotherapy? Hashtag sad This guy came into the chem

I think I’ve figured out why there’s not a Make a Wish Foundation for adults. Because we would have the most boring requests. Kids are like: Kids 1: I want to go to Disney World! Kid 2: I want to go to Space Camp! Meanwhile I’m like: Davey: I want this Keegan Sectional 2 Piece Sectional from Macy’s. Make a Wish: Really? That’s what you want? Davey: Yep. It’s on sale. Make a Wish: You do know we are called make a wish, right? Like whatever you want we can make happen. Davey: I