Author deanna

assets and deficits

Man, I am really fucking hard on myself, I realize and I don’t exactly know why. I didn’t have this like super crazy upbringing which involved any discussions of success at all. It was you work, you make money. Dreams… Continue Reading →

so many people…really, so much time

Huh. I have been thinking lately a lot about connections, time and the number of people that can come in and out of a life–and really it’s almost depressing when I think about the number of people I have come… Continue Reading →

the never connect disconnect

Things got a little better this weekend. I wish I could say Don had some breakthrough or realized I wanted, no I needed to be as normal as I could be so treating me like a piece of tissue paper… Continue Reading →

because apparently winning isn’t for me

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 →

oh fucking well to…yes

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 →

pity is quite shitty

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 →

my anxiety is real, holy shit

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 →

seven eight nineteen

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 →

63-70 whatever could that mean?

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 →

7/1 Love Someone

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 →

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