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David Foster Wallace committed suicide this weekend. 46. Hung himself. The guy had made a career out of being brilliantly insightful and funny. Yet he somehow ended up on the dark side from which suicide seems the only out. I’ve tried to write about depression over the last couple of years, because I know a fair [...]
Also posted in Current Events, Journalling, Psychology & Moods, Society Tagged anti-depressants, david foster wallace, dfw, suicide, william styron, writing 8 Comments
In vino veritas. The price of truth, it seems, runs $9.99 per 750 mils. Yum. I’ve recently cut out my crack-like addiction to the tasty, chewy, buttery, vanilla-y Rice Krispie squares from the market down the street. That, coupled with yoga and a few more veggies in my diet as well as weight-lifting, and I’m [...]
Also posted in Journalling, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Specifically Steff, weight loss Tagged drinking, life, me, success, truth, weight loss 1 Comment
Jul
31
2008
In Vino Veritas: Lord Help Me
So, I’m doing my hump day in brilliant fashion. I’m drunk. Like, flat-out, I’m a 1/2 glass from the bottom of my bottle of Sicilian red wine. Mm, mm, good. Yeah. What can I say? I was working on a tv show about red wine this afternoon, and I thought, “That sounds good. Sure.” So, that [...]
Also posted in Best of Steff, Journalling, Specifically Steff Tagged anti-depressants, drinking, eating crow, hump day, moodiness, red wine, weight loss 11 Comments
Jul
18
2008
Being Stupid: Oh, for a Corkscrew…
When to feel like a moron: You’ve bought a great bottle of wine. After you’ve looked for the corkscrew for 10 minutes, start trying to peel the cover off, in prep for removing the cork, you notice it’s a screw-top cap. Duh. I think I’ll unscrew this now…
Oh, god. I was so wrong about how my night would unfold. I think I’m still drunk. It was 4:20 pm when I decided to just randomly text GayBoy. Our exchange went like this: “We should get drunk this weekend.“ “Should we? What do you suggest?“ “I hear alcohol works.“ “People do say that. What type?“ “I’m [...]
Also posted in Best of Steff, Dating, General, Humour, Journalling, Modern Feminism, Sexism, Specifically Steff Tagged drunk, fridge, gayboy, heat wave, sexist electrician, tequila 4 Comments
Depression isn’t a CHOICE, People.