Two years ago, Daphne had half her jaw removed to be rid of cancer. Today, she's a fully functioning, floppy tongued girl who finds the sun, always.

I never thought I'd be an adult who loves wicker furniture, but here I am.

Why do I get the biggest brain fog every Sunday? "Just shut it down until our alarm goes off Monday morning," my brain.

Hovering around like a ghost in the grocery store and dissociating folding laundry until I'm forced to think about job problems.

Currently in the algorithm curating phase of BlueSky, contemplating deleting Instagram, mourning the loss of TikTok, acknowledging that I do indeed still have to use Meta for work, and wondering…

Is BlueSky a silly place for silly billys? Cause I need that kind of place right now.

My husband made Valentine's reservations for a romantic evening... at 8:30pm. He suggested that when I get home from work I should eat some cheese and crackers and take a nap, like I'm some kind of toddler. But he ain't wrong tho.

Mourning my loss of TikTok as I sulk off to bed, wondering what to do with myself until I fall asleep. And, then suddenly, a lightbulb moment: read a book! My old friend a book.

I love this time of year because people will post something super dramatic and vague like “Nooooooo” and I can’t tell if it’s about football or *gestures outside window* all of this.

The irony feels lost that Abercrombie is selling The White Lotus crew neck sweaters for $90 to presumably the same rich assholes who would visit the fictional hotel.

As my first post, let me please introduce Frank and Charlie, brothers and best friends, named affectionately after It's Always Sunny.