Hey Darling Ones, Ya girl is back. Can I pull of “ya girl?” I tried to pull off “hella” this weekend and I don’t think it worked. I’m not sure if girl works either. I’m a forty-eight-year-old woman and even when I was a girl nobody treated me like one. Being a 5’4″ seven year old does that to you. So, I saw a human yesterday. It sucked, but I did not hate it. My nephew Max stopped by to…
Hi Darling Ones, Guess what? I’m still really angry about Ryan Adams. I discovered this the other day when someone on Twitter was giving Jason Isbell shit about how his “Ryan Adams hate was tiresome.” The fuck? That’s when I realized that Ryan Adams had a new record come out yesterday and that I got to cancel a bunch of social media men of my acquaintance because the shit they will tolerate from men is more than I can tolerate….
Hi Darling Ones, Remember how I vaguely mentioned a thing that’s weighing heavy on my mind? It was resolved today and it didn’t go our way. I’m devastated and my heart hurts. I wish I could say more, but as I mentioned this is not my story to tell. I will say I want to burn some people and institutions to the ground. 2020 is gonna be a motherfucker right to the very end, isn’t it? On top of all…
Hi Darling Ones, I got a phone call from a client this morning before I had even poured my coffee. I was in the middle of putting a vegetable beef soup in the crockpot and was super salty that my phone was ringing. It was 9:30 so not early at all, but still, there was saltiness. Wendell, the ginger goblin that inhabits Supergenius HQ with me, has decided that four in the morning is the perfect time to play fetch….
So Darling Ones, My brain has decided that today marks 100 days since I last shaved my head and since I ended my last romantic relationship. I’m about 68% sure these two things did not happen on the same day. I have no idea what day these events actually took place, but 100 days seems like it could be a thing. So, you’re probably wondering what hair looks like 100-days post shave. Here’s your answer: a nightmare. Last night when…
Oh, Darling Ones, I just died on the couch tonight. It was boredom. Boredom killed me and now I’m a bored ghost haunting the same fucking couch I died on. Boredom is my #1 enemy. Sometimes I get so bored I have panic attacks. These attacks are usually induced by really long guitar solos at rock & roll shows. I’ve had panic attacks thanks to Elvis Costello, Wilco, and Low. This is why I hate masturbatory guitar solos they hit…