Author deanna

So, this is a new one I am faced with–after almost 8 years with this man, he has suddenly decided he cannot have sex with me anymore as it will kill me. He came up with that, not me, given… Continue Reading →

I think this revamping of my life thing would be going much much better if I had some more energy, but there’s not a hell of a lot I can do with manifesting that. Don is gone at night and… Continue Reading →

Man I was not in the mood this morning at all. Like for Don, for life, for the bullshit, for the nuisances that have already plagued my day. I have a shitty headache as well as a leg that is… Continue Reading →

I feel like life is kind of speeding past us all and we are sometimes cognizant of the time and other times it’s like holy shit have I been having the same day for weeks, and the thing that seems… Continue Reading →

I know so many of you have been waiting for the death notice or sputterings of whatever. Not dead, shit, you all know I am good at escaping that but the odds are terrible, of course. Obviously many of us… Continue Reading →

I think in certain situations in life it is okay to fucking freak out and lose your shit, but there’s never a hell of a lot of time to sit inside a shitty diaper, reveling in the stink. It doesn’t… Continue Reading →

I need alliterations as they keep it all interesting. Last night I was a real human being. I went to the funeral service of a friend really to accompany another friend. The deceased I did not know well nor did… Continue Reading →

Today is my father’s birthday. My dad, as it were—the one I grew up with calling that. I generally try to denote these people but let’s say at this point the maternal end of things is undone and in knots… Continue Reading →

I get pretty fucking dark a lot, as you see, but keep in mind I spend an inordinate amount of time alone, kicking around the dark corners of my own brain. Don works all night and I am still somewhat… Continue Reading →