Author deanna

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 →

Well that wasn’t a very fun time at all. I got a clot and proceeded to spend Wednesday through Sunday in the hospital, 98% entirely alone and cried because I was alone and had virtually nobody invested in any healthy… Continue Reading →

I feel like I need to remark this, just in case you all need it to illuminate the story of my death, whenever that might happen. I am hopefully joking right now because last night I was done. Done done… Continue Reading →

Sooooo….Yeah yeah I am still getting some shit done. Don has to upgrade my computer to be able to host anything to the point of at least being able to edit any videos. Who knew? The best part is now… Continue Reading →