Author deanna

new realizations…

Ok you guys–I am doing the thing I allowed myself today though I did fuck around on FB for an hour. Not a smart thing to do being so stressed out by the move, but maybe the best thing to… Continue Reading →

soooo…..moving east. again.

Sorry for the radio silence, party people. It was definitely not my fault this time–I had asked to renew these sites but the admin had an accident and could not get them up. Luckily for me, he got them renewed… Continue Reading →

I’m a dick, but that’s maybe why you like me

Quiet from my end is not always a sign of great things, but I have been writing content for my other things, as mentioned before in passing. Right now I am living on the edge, people–no health insurance to speak… Continue Reading →

expiration and respiration

I tried to call this morning to check on that little thing sitting in my uterus. Lo and behold there are no options for women who have no health insurance to get lesions in their uterus removed. The clinic I… Continue Reading →

tickity tick again

So I gotta say, for someone not on anxiety medication or taking any other pyschoactive substance I guess aside from marijuana, it does suck to once again know I have a broken heart again. It’s the thing I am trying… Continue Reading →

blehhh

So…I am waiting here for the next call about the thing hanging out in my uterus, and I had my other appointment for the CT with the cardio-thoracic surgeon a little over an hour ago—dammit all, it’s really going and… Continue Reading →

skidding out of June on our faces

Radio silence is usually a sign around here that things got taken off the rails a bit. Don has been madly searching for work but has been denied unemployment from both Colorado and Nebraska, something we hope one day gets… Continue Reading →

time for quiet or time to riot

Seems those are the two choices most of us have. One of my less evolved friends, meaning one of my republican friends tried to tell me she got called racist because she asked for things to just go back to… Continue Reading →

riot and revolution

So, I didn’t feel overly qualified to comment too much on race relations because I don’t have any problems with any races yet cannot claim I am not pretty privileged in terms of who I am and what I look… Continue Reading →

May’s full of maybe

Well, the world is on fire. Seems to be something we can say every once in a while with a sort of frequency that is a bit uncomfortable. But there are good things too in the midst of the shit… Continue Reading →

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