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 →
I tried to apply for a job the other day and I am thinking I might finally be at the age where you cut your experience off a decade or so ago because anything longer than that kind of ages… Continue Reading →
My original title was going to be I hate you all, thanks for playing, but I realize that’s not going to endear you to giving a fuck about coming back. Which to me of course gives me nothing but some… Continue Reading →
I don’t even know if I have written about this before, but the brood, what is it brood x coming I am not entirely excited about. They are going to be everywhere and though I’ve never had a problem with… Continue Reading →
Sooo guys. I got it. The elusive Covid-19 vaccine dose I had been crawling all over everyone and myself to get, finally I got contacted on Lucky Day to get. Of course I got the email and was almost running… Continue Reading →
I am not one of those people easily scammed into believing in fate. Fate is kind of the reason we give to ourselves to understand why things happen as they do. I’ve been very good at finding the reasons after… Continue Reading →
Don kept hearing about this area being referred to as the DMV–apparently that is the District of Columbia, Maryland, Virginia metro area for those who did not know. The east coast’s states are smaller and jig-sawed together like a wild… Continue Reading →
I am sure many of you saw in the news the great and fabulous and lovely message that vaccinated people do not have to wear masks. I am sure it gave many of you hope, I mean yes, it is… Continue Reading →
I swear–the worry and the shit I am doing to myself freaking out about this vaccine process is probably sending me to an early grave with each moment I sit focused on getting it. I know, I’ve mentioned I know… Continue Reading →
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