THE DAN PEARCE BLOG (LATEST):
I got drunk. And depressed. I wrote a blog post while in the thick of it. Well, I think I better write this as a follow-up before the world thinks I'm stuck in some eternal depressive hell.
Winter is fucking coming. I can feel it. Sure, the temperature dropped today, and sure, that should be my first big clue. But... Oh. Shit. Spoiler alert. I'm drunk. And I have ADD.
I've got a stage-four clinger in my life, and I'm not so sure how I should handle it, since I can't just breakup or move on like I usually would.
Hey… I wrote a fucking awesome book. Why haven’t you read it yet?
MORE DAN PEARCE BLOG:
Life is good. Things are positive. Everything is going in the best direction. Things couldn't be better. But FUCK, that shit gets exhausting. Allow me to get balanced here...
This post started with me letting you in on a little secret. It ended with a long-overdue rant about the ways women in the dating world go out of their way to make me feel *so* special.
I just published a blog post about loving Valentines Day. Yes, I'm still single. And this is the real reason why, along with a couple responses to the icky trolls.
It's done. I survived. And now I will write to make myself feel better about the monstrosity that threatened my manhood, inside and out.
A special hell is coming my way, and there's not a thing I can do to avoid it. I don't apologize in advance for making you picture any of this. If I have to... You have to.
There's the more factual details I shared over on my other blog about my recent battle with kidney stones... Then there was all this shit from while I was high on pain meds...
Now, I don't wanna sound like a douche here, but it's probably inevitable. I do wanna be real about some things, though...
There was a lot of mystery surrounding the guy living in the apartment above me. But now I can say, with near certainty, that the dude has a firehose hanging between his legs.
I had a real-life nemesis, and he died. Just like that, he doesn't exist anymore. I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. I only know what I know about him.