Dear Darla

The Diary of a 30-Something Smartass


Dear Darla, The last several days have been intense.  So intense, that for the first time since creating this diary, I have the story falling out of my mouth, my fingertips, even my eye sockets.  Where in that I typically... Continue Reading →


Dear Darla

Dear Diary.....Today I dub thee Darla. Why? Because that word-Nazi, Otto Korrecht, keeps trying to call you dairy.  I'm lactose intolerant.  That shit's not going to work. And besides....every time I start something with "Dear," I immediately want to recite... Continue Reading →

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