This is getting old… and so am I!
Why was I so salty after the holiday weekend? Why am I still annoyed going into my birthday week? Why is there a picture of Cher here? Read on, viewers.
Dilettante, gadabout, ne'er do well, etc...
Why was I so salty after the holiday weekend? Why am I still annoyed going into my birthday week? Why is there a picture of Cher here? Read on, viewers.
These days, I wish it were that simple. With what’s going on in the world, I sort of wish I had more moments I could just relax and settle into this kind of vibe.
Three nights! Three wonderful nights! Three exhausting nights! Three nights of my body wondering just what the hell I was putting it through! THREE NIGHTS!!!
Men, please, try harder. And no, I didn’t mean “harder” like that. Just put more of yourself out there. No… not like that! GAH!
It’s been 7 years since my first round of cancer treatments was finished, my cancer-versary. It only sort of counts since I did have to go back for a second set of treatments for another site, but that gets its own cancer-versary… mostly because I enjoy celebrating things.
There is no easy way to convey how on our guard or walking on eggshells some people of color (especially QPoC) are in predominantly white spaces.
Have been seeing “…being offended is pointless” and similar sentiments lately, usually when being told “there are more important things to worry about”, and I disagree.
I often wonder about participating in races, like a 5k or a half marathon. But I rarely realize that sometimes I do the equivalent of it just walking around the city on the weekend!
It finally happened… again. I got on the wrong metro train this morning. I haven’t done that while commuting in DC for at least 15 years. This is both hilarious and mortifying.
I treasure my telework days, not just for being away from the office, but also getting to enjoy the best parts of the morning without feeling cooped up inside a windowless office building. I often wonder if having two telework days a week would spoil me…