A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
(#NationalRunningDay was last week. Apologies for a delayed, hashtag irrelevant post. My mom was trying to log into my Netflix account to watch Madmen but couldn’t figure it out. She needed my help, so I was late getting the post up.) Whenever a hashtag is involved, and something is trending on Twitter, it
A pained resignation, audible as a sigh, was all I got. Nancy was over it. When my mom found out about my tattoo—pretty substantially placed on the right arm and shoulder—I anticipated some fireworks. I anticipated them, and, really, kind of wanted them. But I didn’t get any. My name wasn’t removed from any will
To any friends from Facebook, sorry for cramming this in your face. Ignore it. I read a financial book and the message was that it would behoove me to make any products I sell more readily available. So, Via Amazon… … https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-millenial-playbook-beau-didier/1127562335?ean=9781387318100 (Barnes and Noble link listed above. Nooks are nice and B Nobes is
If you live in the Eastern part of the United States, you are very cold today. Too cold to be productive. … I don’t necessarily know if that’s true, but it’s how I feel. In that light, due to weather, I’m going to write a commemorative post about warmer times. Just few weeks back, in
The Flu, a Fort, and No Power in Atlanta (10 Most Memorable Moments and Takeaways) There was a recent inconvenience at the Atlanta International Airport: power was lost, flights were cancelled, and passengers were stranded. It turned out to be a pretty big deal and a lot of people were upset—Delta got shit on.
30.) How to tell if you’re that couple (not a good thing) (Relationships) To be clear, I’ve been that couple. I didn’t realize it at the time, but now removed a few years, infinitely wiser, I begrudgingly claim that disrepute (and take responsibility). Like the rest of this book, I hope my experiences and realizations
I haven’t written on Beauwritesgood in a while. I figured including an excerpt from my book that is almost up on Ibooks/Amazon is the best way to plug myself. I am very selfish. If you know me you know that. Also, to reference the title for this post, and the correlative picture, these are all
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
I know this title photo is aggressive. It may make you uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable taking the picture–knowing I shouldn’t be looking at it let alone documenting it. But it is especially pertinent, I think, to my Korean beach trip. As this man was adorning the double-up-thong, so too were many others. It was commonplace.
Sometimes, when we party or take vacations, we stray from things we’ve been working to cultivate. Circumstances and conditions push us from our goals. We stray from habits we’ve been trying to instill and the beliefs we’ve been trying to imbue. We go to the beach and we pee in the ocean and we
Fourth of July: America in Korea I’m writing this on the 4th of July, in South Korea–actually making it the 3rd of July in America. I’m writing it now because as of yet my IG feed has not been inundated with 4th of July subject matter (lake trips, firework displays, star spangled bandanas, bros
(VULGARITY WARNING: Please do not read further if you are easily offended. If you are someone [former employer, former teacher, future employer, etc] who knows or respects me, stop. If you are a family member, stop. If you are a parent reading this to a child, stop. Thanks.) … If Harry Potter was a Bro… This
