Oh hey! My name is Rugged Fox and I have a website.
Dear Attractive Reader,
Thank you for stopping by!
I shudder at the world blog (ugh!) so please think of this website as a storybook for adults! Here you will find a collection of hilarious, heartwarming, and outrageous tales not intended for children.
Sincerely,
RF
PS. This is a picture of me last summer when I had a moustache named “Goose.”
Here is my latest post. You can read it or listen to me read it for you. Depends what you are in to.
Where in the World is Rugged Fox?
By Rugged Fox
Sweet Meryl! What has it been, like ten thousand years since we last caught up? Looking down at this keyboard, I must admit feeling a touch lost. I would like to tell you that I disappeared into a wellness retreat, lost twenty pounds, and achieved sobriety; but you and I both know that is a story for another website.
Okay, let’s be kind and rewind to last September. I was on fire! And not in the sense that I needed antibiotics. Working two jobs and writing the script for a short musical comedy, I felt like the doors were finally starting to open in this town. Not to mention my own, every single night, to a new gentleman caller. More on that later.
Well, what do you know? Out of everything I could contract, a film deal - a boyfriend, I woke up in October with an awful case of conjunctivitis. For the record, I like pink wine, not pink eye. I will spare you the details and selfies. After one trip to the emergency department at St. Paul’s Hospital, I ended up back in quarantine.
“Too soon!” I texted Mama and Papa Fox. “Too soon!”
““For the record, I like pink wine, not pink eye.””
In November, it took days before I could shake the feeling of being wildly contagious. Easing myself back into the dating game, I made an active effort to order in less and eat out more. It was not long before I was going on dates in the outside world. One night, I met a very sweet man for tea in a coffeeshop. Can you believe it? The only major problem was that his life was together and mine was not.
After a brief flicker of light, the eternal darkness of December set in. Each year I find Christmas time to be a particular shade of blue. This past holiday season was less baby and more navy. Drinking more wine than usual, I felt like I was starting to burn the candle out at both ends. And then I did. Falling into a deep depression, I felt lonely, miserable, and under-dressed.
After weeks of wallowing, come January, I knew I had to snap out of it. And so, I made some serious new years resolutions. Like an adult, I accepted a line of credit and resolved to buy new bed, mattress, and couch. Just because my life was a hot mess didn’t mean the Fox Den had to be. I also wrote a resignation letter and sought out to change my entire career path once again.
And then, just like that, on February 1st at 4:48 AM, I met someone.
This button is currently under repairs.
As Britney Spears would say, “Gimme Gimme More” Okay!
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