While you’ve been preparing for nuclear war (LOLOLLLOLL how? Except by not dying of Covid first, amirite? Presumably so you can be healthy enough to travel the post apocalyptic wasteland, eating fungus, avoiding cannibal hordes and promising you’ll use your last bullet on The Boy*) I have spent the last
Here comes that itchy feeling when I haven’t updated in so long I fear when I DO eventually get around to saying something important, all the threads of my life will have unraveled in such small but profound ways that I will think FUCK IT, I cannot write this tome
Check-check-checkitouuuuut!* Do you like the new theme, ooh so compatible with your phone, etc.? I gotta say, I feel like I lost weight and the waiter winked at me. . . For your viewing pleasure, from the local Cornstalker Royal Court, a freaking six foot raven pushing a baby pram.
— Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiigggggggggggggggggggger warning — — Long ass post alert– In the spirit of getting back to my roots and telling you stuff I’m embarrassed to say in real life (I guess this is like the Halloween edition): I’m starting to believe the emotional fall-out from the fight with my mom
At the end of June, my parents made their annual Beach House pilgrimage. Each year, as my dad’s dementia progresses, it’s always up in the air – a question of whether my dad will handle the change of an extended vacation. After not seeing him in a while, he always