Hi Darling Ones, My anxiety is off the charts at the moment, which means I sleep all the time. I have two ways of dealing with anxiety: talking about it incessantly until someone wants to…
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The COVID Diaries: I Just Died on the Couch Tonight
Oh, Darling Ones, I just died on the couch tonight. It was boredom. Boredom killed me and now I’m a bored ghost haunting the same fucking couch I died on. Boredom is my #1 enemy….
The COVID Diaries: Grinchster Goddess of Minnesota
So Darling Ones, I did a thing! Even though I’m still feeling pretty much like the Grinchster Goddess of Minnesota, I had a lightning bolt of an idea for a Christmas Gift and it was…
The COVID Diaries: La Guitarra
Greeting & Salutations, Darling Ones, Forewarning: I’m so exhausted from lack of sleep I feel a little drunk. I’m the kind of slap-happy last-one-up-at-the-slumber party kind of tired. Every time I go to the bathroom…
Day 187 of 200: I am Brainless
I’ve been staring at this blank box for about an hour. I’ve been wracking my brain looking for something, anything to write about. I got nothing. My brain is totally devoid of thoughts today. I’m…
Day 167 of 200: Let Me Tell You About My Day
First of all, it has come to my attention that 1989 was 30 years ago. How can simple math and the passage of time hurt my feelings so much? Is it because I’m still sick…
Day 163 of 200: The Consumption
At one point today I sat on the couch coughing and crying and feeling so miserable that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I can’t remember the last time I was this sick…
Day 135 of 200: Hair Not Even a Mother Could Love
“I’m growing mine out,” I said, running my hand through my lumpy, bumpy, and generally frumpy hair. My mom and I were sitting on my couch, post Chinese and pre-Amazon, and she was talking about…
Day 133 of 200: Why am I Like This?
My plan was to write a cute post about the mugs I make every year for Rock & Roll Bookclub’s Dirty Santa party. Then I was gonna talk about how I spend a lot of…
Day 129 of 200: Patty Jane’s House of Snotting Your Face Off
The first time I read Lorna Landvik’s Patty Jane’s House of Curl, I was a 23-year-old gas station attendant. I remember reading the book late at night laying on my futon in the bedroom I…