Author deanna

Well let’s admit, it wasn’t a waste in every sense, just in my time. Right now I am kind of losing my shit, trying my best to keep myself calm, while also conspiring to have a plan. I haven’t been… Continue Reading →

I meant to write something fabulous for Christmas. Ours was the general uneventful it typically is–hanging out in here, avoiding the world of the infected. There are so many now. Don’s only friend died the day I wrote that last… Continue Reading →

I am terrible with updates. Not that I have all this amazing shit going on. That’s a lot of it. I tell my birth father I try not to bug him so much with shit news because who wants to… Continue Reading →

Can you imagine what future historians are going to think of our roaring twenties? Maybe it will be known as the Corona 20’s vs the Roaring Twenties. What an absolute disappointment, right? The truth is there were very few of… Continue Reading →

So my grandmother isn’t doing any better apparently. Her sudden turn has me going back to 2001 and 9/11 actually. See, she was supposed to outlive me. I know, pushing 90 seems like a strange comparison to my life, but… Continue Reading →

I realized something last night thinking about my grandmother and her husband. He died on Monday and she is now in hospice and things are not looking great for her. I know I always say I don’t believe in regret,… Continue Reading →

Wow, I feel like an absolute ass. The more classes I take, the more I learn my mistakes haven’t been small or insignificant. They are huge, massive misses in a world where I have had access to all the tools… Continue Reading →

I have been taking those classes lately and realized nobody gives a fuck about reading my daily musings for the most part. I guess, sure, some of you might be slightly amused over the years but generally speaking, the past’s… Continue Reading →