Author Archives: krisoakey

It’s like once you have a delicious Sour Patch Kid, how the hell can an apple even compare? The apple makes no noise within the realm of the taste buds. Now oooooooobviously you have to have another SPK, you can’t … Continue reading →

You know, I made a to-do list at the beginning of the week. It was my to-do of the day: make sure this list is done and if anything needs to be added, add it to the lighter days. Well, … Continue reading →

That James Cameron is a mother fucker. The dude did it again. For 3 hours of sitting in some semi-comfortable seats, eating beef jerky, listening to a baby cry, and watching blue and now GREEN aliens fight off the bad … Continue reading →

This world can be quite frustrating at times. In fact, it can be goddamned overwhelming to a point that the word “frustrating” isn’t even the right word. How do you encapsulate a feeling into a word…an emotion that resembles internal … Continue reading →

There’s something much worse than feeling pain. There is something much darker than feeling sadness. There is something much more unfortunate than being down in the dumps. There is the chance that you’ll feel nothing at all. You’ll feel absolutely … Continue reading →

As I sit here, early on a Thursday night, repeatedly clearing my throat (or trying to) and blowing my nose endlessly, I am struck with the dichotomy of how awesome a sick day could be as a kid versus how … Continue reading →

Everything is fast. Express. Quick. Speedy. Minute Rice. What happened to “good things come to those who wait?” Is that even a thing anymore? Are we all just trying to jam so much shit into our days that we can’t … Continue reading →

Procrastination. What in the fuck is it? Why do we do it? What benefit does it give us? Why do now what could have been done earlier? What’s being posted on Instagram right now? Let me go check my email … Continue reading →

For as long as I’ve been alive, there’s always been some sort of difficulty with bonding with other people. Not like marriage or something of that nature, obviously, but moreso like a coming together sort of thing. I remember a … Continue reading →