Author deanna

the currency of judgment

Man. The abortion argument has kind of torn a bit of my soul out lately. I have found myself wondering why everyone feels so very comfortable bestowing judgments down on people who really didn’t ask their opinions anyways. Between that… Continue Reading →

the road to discipline is a rocky one

Man, the problem with having a document of your life going back 20 years as a kind of permanent record is fucking enlightening if you’ve avoided all practice of self-awareness. What I mean is ignoring previous incarnations and promises BEFORE,… Continue Reading →

my story dda dreams

well look at that. I failed to deliver. It’s coming kids, it’s just a gross terrible story and it is all related to the heart shebangs so it’s not as easy as I thought to talk about all yeah this… Continue Reading →

it’s day 2 of 180-fuck you Alabama

Jesus christ the world is going to shit. Someone really should be paying me to write, because my opinions are spot on, and everyone is a fucking idiot. Did I just write that? Fuck yes, I did and fuck you… Continue Reading →

five fifteen. day 1

I am not a great person when it comes to discipline, surprise surprise! I suck at it largely and it’s going to be a challenge to get out of this hole I sit in kind of, lazily and sloppily letting… Continue Reading →

nets and networks

So–in my inevitable genius I realized I had a bit more connections I could use in my efforts to change things completely in the next 6 months. I had twitter all this time and never used it for much aside… Continue Reading →

it’s a little bit swishy

That has absolutely nothing to do with much aside from the word play I wanted to play with–somethings I get into the tonality or pace of the words over their meaning but sometimes the pace I assign even internally assists… Continue Reading →

my advice sometimes is a little lengthy…

You know, the more I write the more I wonder why the fuck I am not writing more frequently, but also I notice some of the things I have written lately I have repeated in terms of sentiment and meaning…. Continue Reading →

cookie cookie cookie

I have some drafts again, guys. Last night’s was epic and then I got focus-deprived when I realized I had no idea where the fuck our ballots are, and I despise criticizing people for things I plan on failing to… Continue Reading →

the immigrants aren’t the ones fucking us everyone

So, trigger warning, you hate politics, you might hate me after this. Just know I have a heart and I have dealt with some oppressive shit and can see a little further beyond what matters than some of you, with… Continue Reading →

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