Hi Darling Ones, I often like to portray myself as a lackadaisical slacker despite it not being wholly true. When I am finally able to achieve my truest form, this is what I’ll be. The dream of the 90s is always alive in my bitter, jaded GenX heart. While I frequently come close to achieving my final form sometimes I have to revert to driven career automaton. That might be overstating a bit. It’s more like lackadaisical slacker who is…
Dear Darling Ones, I made French toast for lunch today. It was a practically dinner kind of lunch, because I had work to do and I wasn’t very hungry. I made lunch today instead of taking a nap and then eating cookies once I woke up. Now that I’m on the other side of having COVID, I’m trying to re-establish the habits of a mildly-functional adult whose surviving through a multi-year pandemic in a dumpster fire of a nation that…
So, Darling Ones, My plan last night was to make beef bulgogi for dinner. However, once I prepped everything and was ready to get cooking I discovered my ground beef was frozen. Since thawing meat in the microwave grosses me out, I decided to have a frozen pizza instead. I keep roughly four or five frozen pizzas in my freezer at all times. This is part of my growing up in poverty food hoarding. I also always have chicken breasts,…
Hi Darling Ones, I feel about Weike Wang’s novels the same way I do about Sally Rooney’s novels. While I’m in the books I’m all in. I’m never really sure where things are going or even if things are happening, then I reach a point where I have tears streaming down my cheeks, and by the time I’ve finished the book I have no damn clue what happened only that I enjoyed the journey. Trying to describe the plots of…
Well Darling Ones, I do believe we are in the waning days, maybe even hours of my COVID infection. Today was the first day I didn’t wake up feeling like my lungs were filled with mold. However, I’m fucking exhausted despite sleeping pretty well last night and I’m not sure what that is all about. Because COVID refuses to totally vacate the premises I decided I have COVID+ a variety of other illnesses including, but not limited to: Bronchitis Brain…
Hi Darling Ones, I was eight when John Lennon was killed outside The Dakota in December, 1980. I do not not remember a lot about his death, though I do have vague memories of reading about Mark David Chapman and his obsession with Catcher in the Rye in an issue of People, my mom’s favorite magazine. The Beatles meant nothing to me at that age. Not a lot of things did, I was a pretty oblivious kid. My favorite song…
