Ugh Darling Ones, Today my plan to escape the infinite sadness involved listening to all The Replacements’ records in chronological order until the sadness went away. This was a brilliant plan and it worked for about 2.5 records. But then “Within Your Reach” came on and, well, that was the end of that. Fucking done in by Live without your touch, I’ll die within your reach. Goddamnit, Paul Westerberg. So I did what any modern woman would do in this…
Well, Darling Ones, I’m displeased to report that the infinite sadness has yet to abate. I did a lot of the same sadness-fighting steps as yesterday: slept 12 hours, ate eggs & hashbrowns, continued reading The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, and instead of watching Ferris I thought I’d lean into the sad and so spent most of the day listening to Frightened Rabbit’s discography on shuffle. I’ve since moved on to my UGH 2020 End Already playlist.* Yesterday on…
Oh Darling Ones, I’m not doing well. I’m inconsolably sad and I can’t shake it. I’m doing all the things to shake sadness: slept 12 hours, ate my favorite comfort foods (eggs & hashbrowns), started re-reading my favorite book of the year (The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue), have “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off*” on a loop, and yet the sadness refuses to lift. Christmas leveled me and I’m struggling to find my equilibrium. I expected Christmas to suck in all…
Dear Darling Ones, For many years I would write Christmas wishes to you, all three of my readers. It started in 2006 when my friend Myka (who used to go by the name Kelly), changed out of her pajama pants to go see a cute boy’s band with me. Can you even imagine? The olden days were so magical — going to places with your friends to see cute boy’s bands. I stopped writing Christmas wishes after 2014 because I…
Hello Darling Ones, Sister #4 and her dog, Dolly, arrived yesterday for Christmas just ahead of the blizzard. Once again, for those not following along, my sister has been quarantining in her house in South Dakota and we are mixing households despite people telling me that we should slowly shrivel into nothingness alone for Christmas in our separate homes. Basically, this is Thanksgiving II but with ham. At least that’s the plan. It’s blizzarding here in Minnesota and if we…
Hi Darling Ones, Because I spend most of my time alone, especially this year, I decided that I needed to smell better. You know, as like a treat for myself. Much like the lipsticks, I get weirdly obsessed a few times a year with perfume or cologne. Until like a month ago, I rarely wore perfume. It was so rare that one time I used it I thought I was haunted. I don’t know why I didn’t wear it. I…