Author deanna

oh oh…climbing up to 71

It looks like the numbers have responded to me calling them out–of the roughly 195k cases considered closed, the numbers are now 71% recovered 29% dead. Still not the small .5 or 5 or whatever percent these liars said the… Continue Reading →

arrogance has a price

So here I am writing on the last Monday in April, close enough to the unleashing of many of these measures we’ve taken, because people are weak and ultimately, the price we will pay for that weakness is death. I… Continue Reading →

It’s 2020 and injecting Lysol is a thing…

Goodness guys. What the heck is going on with the world right now? It would appear the world has gone caaa-razy. The thing that actually occurred to me this morning when reading sobering news about the vaccine and also realizing… Continue Reading →

the world, I mean AMERICA has lost its collective mind

I have been playing with this idea of writing the fictional account of what life could have been like had we had competent leadership during this time, but I feel like it would maybe be too early and slightly depressing… Continue Reading →

trois, day 3 etc

I am bleeding to death which has made this whole accomplish something task a bit harder to bear as of late. I don’t want to give myself too much space to fuck off but I do–bleeding to the level I… Continue Reading →

Day 2

So, I did the thing I said I was going to do and cut myself off yesterday. Yesterday was Day 1, for some perspective. This plan was more of a Pepsi challenge of, can she do it? Can you do… Continue Reading →

Time is a commodity-Treat it that way

We have all heard ourselves or someone else say, well, maybe one day when I find the time, maybe later on when I’m retired there will be enough time to do all the things I wanted to do–well, now we… Continue Reading →

beep beep beep

Been quiet. I have to say this whole corona thing has been a lot illuminating. It has made me realize how fucking weak everyone is, to be honest. No, I am not going to be the source that tells you… Continue Reading →

echo hell no this time

I had it scheduled for the morning tomorrow, but I got a bit nervous and decided to forgo that experiment in dealing with the public that is largely insane and ignorant to how this shit happens. I swear I have… Continue Reading →

reading is good for you…

Man what a change a few days make. I’ve made a few jokes about this, but imagine if people had listened to me and done the masks weeks ago? We might be a little further along. I did log in… Continue Reading →

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