Hi Darling Ones, So yesterday sucked. Today’s a little less sucky because everyone on Minnesota Twitter talking about the yellow skies kinda made me happy for a hot minute, but today still sucks. I was really rough on myself yesterday for my shitty mood and inability to do anything at all besides read a book and watch TikTok. I am often rough on myself if I’m not blandly content or if I cannot pin my mood on reasons. As if…
Hello Darling Ones, It may surprise you to learn that when I open this screen to write my daily plague diary entry I frequently have no idea what will tumble from my fingers. Yesterday’s forest of dick pics entry kinda spilled out. I think I was originally gonna write about my cat or my butt or maybe dinner? I can’t remember. Yesterday was a long time ago. Shocking, isn’t it? I know you come to I Will Dare for very…
Dear Darling Ones, I am not an avid Facebook user. In fact, I genuinely hate it. Back when I worked at The Nerdery (2009) my pal Malmsy asked me if he should get on Facebook and I said, “No. Facebook is where you go to hate people you used to like.” The performative nature of Facebook makes me want to barf all that time. Like, my estranged Sister #3 performs her life on Facebook in way that has very little…
Hello Darling Ones, I listen to Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon” in it entirety at least once a day now. Listening to it after 9 p.m. on a Sunday feels a little like asking to cry yourself to sleep, right? Eleven months out of the year I seem to forget this album exists, but once that full moon hits in October, this album becomes the only thing I want to listen to. I even listen to “Old King,” and I hate…
Hello Darling Ones, Before I opened up Gladys, I was merrily TikTokking my eyes out but now I’m salty. I hadn’t TikTokked all day. Yesterday I had a creative breakthrough on a site I was working on and I wanted to take advantage of the momentum, so I worked most of today. So in tonight’s TikTok adventures I landed in Tall People TikTok. It was partly unsettling — very tall (like my height and taller) young women perched precariously atop…
Dear Darling Ones, The problem with starting a daily diary in the middle of the plague is that you get a little superstitious that if you don’t update one day everyone will think you have died. I know this is the Internet of 2020 and, much like my actual life, it will take at least a week and a half for anyone to notice my absence. I still don’t want to worry anyone. Also, I know I could address these…