Dear Darling Ones, Today has been an annoying shit show. It’s one of those days where I have zero emotional capacity to deal with any minor inconvenience and there have been 828 minor inconveniences. I will not bore you with the details. They are so inconsequential that when I talked to my friend EM on the phone she laughed at my pettiness. This morning I had a call with one of my long-time, sporadic clients. She’s a hoot, runs an…
Hello Darling Ones, I did zero things today. I did the bare minimum a human can do and continue to exist on this planet. Basically that means I fed myself and breathed. I did not create anything. I didn’t have any interesting thoughts. I did, however, listen to “Brimful of Asha” by Cornershop about 29 times. I don’t know what’s going on with my brain but it only wants to listen to one-hit wonders from the 90s. Also, to only…
Hello Darling Ones, Do you remember the TTHM? He was a tall, tall handsome man who was much older than I was. Maybe 14 years older? We went out on two dates. I think he might have been the first man I ever kissed who was taller than I was. I was pathetically smitten and he was not at all attracted to me. He liked me, but he didn’t like me like me. We went on to have a strange,…
Trying to choose the best and rank art is a difficult, and often pointless task. However, as a pop culture junkie and someone who loves to debate about things like this, I feel compelled to do so. I read about 115 books this year, which is a lot, but not as many as I read in 2019. Incidentally, I re-read books more this year than I ever have before. Usually, I start out each year cracking open an old favorite….
Oh Darling Ones, Warning, I’m gonna be talking about underpants, bras, and breasts in this post. Not in a way that is titillating, but in a way that is rambling and complainy. You’ve been warned. Wendell the Trash Goblin woke me up at 3:19 a.m. to play fetch. In my sleepy haze I decided to kick his furry ass out of my room and slam the door shut. The bastard proceeded to paw at the door for the next three…
Hey Darling Ones, Today I spent most of time doing mundane web chores for dollars while listening to the albums of The New Pornographers in chronological order. It was like 2004 up in this joint except I’m wearing pajamas, my headphones don’t have a cord, and there’s no Wondergeek or Webboy to argue with. I even kept hitting repeat on “Letter From an Occupant” just like the olden days. When that flashback to my time at the software company hit,…