Hi Darling Ones, I hold great disdain for influencer culture. Just hearing or reading the term “social media influencer” instantly activates my sneer reaction. One of my favorite pastimes is judging influencers and the ding-dongs influenced by them. I love to do this while sitting on my throne up here on Mount Haughty in my glass house. For real though, my most recent resolution is to stop listing to anything thin white ladies I do not know have to say….
So, Darling Ones, it’s confession time. One of my unwritten about (I think) goals for 2022 was to get my food hoarding under control. I don’t know the scale of severity when it comes to hoarding food. All my food is contained in the kitchen. I don’t need extra racks in my garage for boxes of pasta. Hell, I don’t even have an extra refrigerator or freezer in my garage like a lot of Minnesotans. Still, I keep my house…
Sorry, Darling Ones, I’ve been super chatty thus far this week and I’m sure many people are about full up of my nattering. Good thing reading this website is optional! Today I have three reasons to come here to post a few selfies (as seen above). Reason #1: One of the Tea Ladies told me my skin looked wonderful or beautiful or radiant and that made me feel good. You couple that with the thought I had the other day…
Hey Darling Ones, “Lost Horizons” is my all-time favorite Gin Blossoms song. I love this song so much I was going to put it in my Top 5 Side One, Track Ones. Apparently I already made that list, and “Lost Horizons” didn’t quite make the cut. I might have to revisit it, but I’m not sure who would get the ax. I can’t think about that now. As I Will Dare dot com inches ever closer to turning twenty-two (on…
Hi Darling Ones, Does anyone remember the Great Fungus Gnat Infestation of 2012? That’s when those little bastards killed my herb garden and also my desire to have an herb garden. There was also a small Fungus Gnat Revival of 2021. Now I’m in the midst of what can only be described as the Gnat Resurrection of 2022. I don’t know where these tiny fuckers are coming from. For the last week or so I’ve had one gnat dive-bombing me…
Dear Darling Ones, There’s a joke that goes around about how when men write country music songs about the end of relationships they’re sad tunes about how a woman took his hound dog and now his only friend is this whiskey. When women write country songs about the end of relationships the bastard ends up wrapped in a tarp at the bottom of a lake and nobody misses him at all. This joke amuses me greatly. In general, women’s fury…
