Steven M Scotten

The cable chick (or guy… how should I know?) is coming by this afternoon, and I just realized what a fucking hellhole I live in. Now I don’t particularly care what the cable chick thinks, but it would be nice if this place were semipresentable for human habitation. To

Time spent dreading going down and dragging the recycling out to the curb: 5 hours Time spent dragging the recycling out to the curb: less than 3 minutes. No judgment. I’m just sayin.

I was supposed to go to the ball game tonight. Instead I was late and the people who had my ticket went inside. I tried calling on the cell phone a few times, but didn’t get through. I walked over to Market Street and thought about going to see

Henry just made me laugh so hard I spit coffee all over my computer and the wall.

Well, first, it was a mistake to go to the grocery store after the gym last night. I needed what I bought, but it’s hard enough carrying a 28lb bucket of kitty litter home when I’m not exhausted. When I’ve just pushed my physical limits to their

I’ve been thinking about shaving off the goatee for a while. I like how it accentuates my chin, making me look like I’ve got a jawline, but at the same time, I sort of see it as hiding my face. I can gain ten pounds and it doesn’