Deep Rants, Soul-Searching Rants

Free Fallin’

It’s not even worth having a discussion about anymore. We all know 2020 has been one of those fucking nightmares- you know the one- the one where you’re suddenly falling from some immeasurable height (Though you’re never really sure how you fell… like did you trip over a rock at the edge of a cliff… Continue reading Free Fallin’

Witty Rants

Choosing Tomorrow

So what? Yea, I have a bit of a reputation when it comes down to the shameless oversharing of deep, sensitivity-stabbing, personal vomit. What can I say…I’m a messy woman, in every sense of the expression. Like I own this 3.5 foot tall purple laundry basket that sprouted from the deepest, darkest, angriest corners of… Continue reading Choosing Tomorrow

Deep Rants, Humor, Witty Rants

This is NOT a Pandemic Mini-Rant. I Swear.

I haven't typed a single word since the end of October. October. Whoa. An entire 6  months. If you didn't know my semi-bipolar ass any better, or should you not follow me on social media, you'd wonder if (judging by the content of my last post) well, you'd wonder if maybe I... never did find my… Continue reading This is NOT a Pandemic Mini-Rant. I Swear.

Deep Rants, Soul-Searching Rants, Witty Rants

Tunnels.

I realize that a public blog isn't meant in any way shape or form to be used as a personal diary fully equipped with dark secrets, fugitive skeletons that have somehow escaped their closets, nor any generally profound depressing bullshit. I get it. Not a single fucking person on this planet wants to read TMI… Continue reading Tunnels.

Blogging about Blogging, Soul-Searching Rants, Witty Rants

Wrecking Ball

There's this wall. This brick wall. It's like, as tall/long/wide whatever as that wall in China. Look Susan, I am NOT turning to google to fact-check whether that wall still exists but I can only imagine it must because that shit would take forever to knock down and then another 67 forevers to clean up… Continue reading Wrecking Ball

Deep Rants, Lifestyle Rants, Witty Rants

Things.

I buy all of the things. The little things. The big things. The pricey things. The cheap things. The glittery things. The pink things. The inspirational-quote things. The sometimes useless things. The this-one-thing-will-transform-my-bad-day-into-a-good-day things. The this-thing-will-help-me-organize-my-disaster-of-a-life things. The I-work-hard-and-I-deserve-this things. The oh-just-one-more-wouldn't-hurt things. The I'll-need-this-someday-soon things. Out of shame of raised eyebrows and "oh well,… Continue reading Things.

Deep Into The Foxhole, Lifestyle Rants, Witty Rants

The Little Worker Bee That Could

Have you ever felt...trapped? Trapped by yourself, trapped by others, trapped by your circumstances, trapped by your fears and your inhibitions, trapped by nothing that you didn't create for yourself to begin with? I feel fucking trapped. And I can finally at least say it or write it "out loud" without giving a damn about… Continue reading The Little Worker Bee That Could

Witty Rants

Carousel of Fuckeries

I'm alive. I'm not quitting my blog. Ok that's all the explanation I'll be gifting everyone about my absence. And now, without further ado ladies and gents.... a throwback of last months' seemingly endless fuckeries. Last month, there was a portion of my so-called life that lasted about 2 weeks or so that can be… Continue reading Carousel of Fuckeries

Witty Rants

Left Boob Bitchings: The Sequel

Let's not even beat around the bush here. I've got a rant. And I'm all giddy and flusterfucked about it....yet at the same time, not really. An odd concoction of emotions, right?! But also? There needs to be some tangy, fruity alcoholic drink named The Giddy Flusterfuck or just, The Ely. That'll get you drunk… Continue reading Left Boob Bitchings: The Sequel