It’s been a long fucking week so I’m sitting at a Tex-Mex restaurant nursing my 2nd glass of Patron margarita.
I know it’s only Thursday. It’s Friday somewhere.
I’m on the emotional and mental struggle bus and I think it’s about to fall off a cliff.
One of my dogs is dog reactive. He ignores people but when he sees another dog, he goes berserk. So when I walk my dogs, I have to do it when no one is out walking their dogs.
I took them for a walk around 10 am this morning at a shopping area with a lake and boardwalk. The only people around were old folks, kids and their parents, and people grabbing early lunch.
Continue reading “Walking The Dogs”We don’t like the Karens. The Karens are the loud, obnoxious, condescending, sometimes bigoted racists, twatwaffles that deliberately start shit because they have some kind of personality disorder.
But, what about the Karens who are legitimately being inconvenienced? The ones who go inside an establishment and expect the service they paid for but instead get the opposite? The ones who are actually right because the other party royally fucked up?
I’m that Karen. There are some things that I don’t like to waste: time, money, and energy. Most of the time, the 3 go together.
Continue reading “In Solidarity”I feel like my depression has won this battle. And it’s not your usual, down in the dumps, I’ll get over it soon kind of depression. It’s the kind that has dragged me to the deepest part of the earth and it’s dark. It has become its own entity and follows me wherever I go saying all kinds of fucked up shit to me.
I named it Dickhead.
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Ever since I went to Italy, I’ve always wanted a cameo ring but could never afford it. So I went on eBay and bought myself a vintage one.
