Category 2019

I know so many of you have been waiting for the death notice or sputterings of whatever. Not dead, shit, you all know I am good at escaping that but the odds are terrible, of course. Obviously many of us… Continue Reading →

I think in certain situations in life it is okay to fucking freak out and lose your shit, but there’s never a hell of a lot of time to sit inside a shitty diaper, reveling in the stink. It doesn’t… Continue Reading →

I need alliterations as they keep it all interesting. Last night I was a real human being. I went to the funeral service of a friend really to accompany another friend. The deceased I did not know well nor did… Continue Reading →

Today is my father’s birthday. My dad, as it were—the one I grew up with calling that. I generally try to denote these people but let’s say at this point the maternal end of things is undone and in knots… Continue Reading →

I get pretty fucking dark a lot, as you see, but keep in mind I spend an inordinate amount of time alone, kicking around the dark corners of my own brain. Don works all night and I am still somewhat… Continue Reading →

Well that wasn’t a very fun time at all. I got a clot and proceeded to spend Wednesday through Sunday in the hospital, 98% entirely alone and cried because I was alone and had virtually nobody invested in any healthy… Continue Reading →

I feel like I need to remark this, just in case you all need it to illuminate the story of my death, whenever that might happen. I am hopefully joking right now because last night I was done. Done done… Continue Reading →