What is up, Darling Ones? I’ve been really quite busy in the most mundane way. All the checks my mouth wrote back in May have come for my ass. And on top of that, my dumb mouth wrote even more checks. So many checks. My poor ass has been glued to the couch working all the time. This is not a complaint. I’m a freelance business mogul so I take the work whenever it comes for me. I know that…
Hi Darling Ones, I’ve told one joke and one excruciatingly long story recently that, well, mark me as a lady of a certain age who only speaks to other people of a certain age. The other day a friend texted me a picture that took roughly one entire fortnight to arrive. “The little bird inside the camera must have died,” I joked. Because in the Flintstoney days there was a bird inside the camera who chiseled the picture into, slate?…
Hey Darling Ones, Still working really hard on distracting myself from grief while simultaneously procrastinating from actual paying work. I’m so good at this I could call myself a life coach and start charging for these kinds of life hacks. Today in pointless garbage I spent a lot of time thinking about we have The Replacements. Perhaps you’ve heard of them. I’ll get back to this in a minute. Also today we had a new episode of the one (1)…
Dear Todd, I was gonna start all coy like, I’m sure you don’t remember me. . . . Chances are if I remember you, you might still remember me. I will cop to having a most excellent memory. I also have no idea what your life has been like since like 1996. So who knows? Memory is difficult to pin down. Need a refresher? I was the 6’5″ student newspaper arts editor/burgeoning alcoholic with the Superman tattoo in my cleavage…
Hi Darling Ones, My plan tonight was to write about rereading Are You There, God? It’s Me Margaret. this afternoon. It was gonna be a humdinger. I know this because when I was telling my friend EM about we both laughed until we cried. But then as I was settling in with my leftover meatloaf dinner I got a text from Sister #2 that our childhood best friend’s mom died this morning. Jan had been on her way out for…
Dear Darling Ones, The very best thing about having a personal blog that exists for your amusement is you can randomly list seven songs that are either about the moon or mention the moon and you don’t have to explain why if you don’t want to. I wondered, I guessed, and I tried. You just knew. I sighed, but you swooned. I’m so tired. I wish I was the moon tonight. Like a moon and a lonely star, you’re gone….
