So I finally made it to 11,245 steps, or really I made it past 10,000. I still haven’t done any workouts, partially because I am embarrassed and partially because I used to do none of that. I used to work… Continue Reading →
You know you don’t get a chance but once in a lifetime to write that and think it’s fun. So this is post 2-I know you’ve all been waiting. But it will show up posted later which is some English… Continue Reading →
I have been writing more at the other site–the urgency in trying to get information out certainly seems worth protecting vs waxing poetic here, but I am trying something new for February. I don’t ever post photos publicly so will… Continue Reading →
I suppose that seems possibly more alarming than it’s intended to be. I don’t have COVID, no no, everyone knows that’s incredibly unlikely to happen to me. But I have been in the hospital several times during these latest surges…. Continue Reading →
I took a few classes in the beginning of the pandemic at the Colorado Free University that kind of ruined my blogging. See, it was one thing to be blogging semi-anonymously without a care in the world, but quite another… Continue Reading →
I’ve moved more than that, obviously, but with D, this next move will be move #6. I expected a few more, of course, but this next place we at least get to be at for 2 years, though I wouldn’t… Continue Reading →
I don’t think there have been many times I haven’t come up with the title pre-write. Maybe two or three times I have edited my own title out to something far more coherent and clever. Right now it seems my… Continue Reading →
Ugh. I am on a fence I am afraid to choose sides or jump off of this week. The fence is about regular employment for other people or trying to do my own thing. Clearly this blog with its super… Continue Reading →
I really have been dreading writing lately. It always felt like it could be my last time writing anything so then you put insane pressure on yourself to write something important, or at least something worth being remembered by. Of… Continue Reading →
So, I didn’t get the thing. The job, the position. It was working for Chanel, and really, how fancy is this ass to work for a real designer? Not fancy enough, I’m afraid. Yeah, yeah, it wasn’t really working FOR… Continue Reading →
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