So I keep waiting to post until there’s a day when nothing really horrible happens, because it seems a little gauche to be all carefree and self-involved in the midst of breaking personal/national/international tragedies. Like, are you not part of the human fucking race over there, Anne? Do you not
Hello, I have a deadline I’m not going to meet, which is always the time I feel I most need to speak with you. Thank you for being part of my maladaptive procrastination! Went to this very beautiful place on Easter Weekend, which came with a case of wine from
1. I made a joke about bidets in a text to my sister, and now all my advertisements are about ass cleaning devices. As far as the art of ass cleaning goes, isn’t there like… one type of product they’d be attempting to sell you, two at most Anne? LOL.
1. Some time after Christmas I went out on my back porch to enjoy a steaming mug of coffee and realized someone’s drone was stuck in my tree. The tree right outside our upstairs bedroom window. Nobody’s come to claim said drone, and I now spend my morning back porch
Home Security called twice at 3:57 in the morning to tell me the alarm had been tripped. I assume that’s what they wanted. I didn’t pick up the phone. Because A) The alarm is on an empty haunted house in another state. B) Even if it wasn’t, my distaste for