Tag: 100 Questions No One Ever Asks

I was tagged by a fellow blogger, Jasmine, and anyone tagged is supposed to answer these questions, then tag someone else. I have no one I can think of right now, so I'll add a tag later when I do.

1:Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Everyone has closet skeletons, so closed.

2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?
No, unless it's Head & Shoulders or Garnier Fructis.

3:Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
Out. I need to be able to escape fast for contingency purposes.

4:Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
No, but I'll probably get to it one of these days.

5:Do you like to use post-it notes?
I tend to avert tasks, and by virtue, avoid post-its. I use the Memo app on my phone, or a calendar, or an alarm.

6:Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
I almost never cut out coupons.

7:Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

2014? Ain’t got no time for that.

Okay, I've officially snapped out of my drunken stupor and am ready to type. =] First off, Happy New Year, everyone! Next.

2014. You were a roller coaster ride; I had a love-hate r/s with you; too much emotional politics that I couldn't care less, national, international or personal. But rather than doing what a lot of people have done -- writing and reminiscing about their accomplishments and rage quitting 2014 -- I'd rather talk about the future. 

2015, rather than be afflicted by chronic claustrophobia of small minds, I've decided to grab you by the ass, introduce myself and elope with you. By that, obviously, I mean escapism: travel whores -- pouncing on place after place with voracious lust, bumping into old and new friends alike, and soliciting adventures like souped-up adrenaline turbo junkies.

On the sidelines, I will (try to) graduate (with brilliant grades). I will land a full-time writing job thereafter. I will intensify workouts and get ripped. Get my girlfriend to approve of kinky you need a life if you're reading this.

How it feels to be a Grammar Nazi

You have probably already read articles on what Grammar Nazis are; how to identify them and tell them apart; what makes them so damn irritating; how to diagnose yourself with Grammar Nazism; and how to even become one.

What I’m betting you haven’t read about is what it feels like to be one. If eyes are the windows to the soul, then our windows are barricaded with grammatical filters, linguistic ventilators and semantic blinds. Brace yourselves… Grammar is coming: