Fucking ugh

I usually don’t have much follow-through on these ambitions, but feel free to hold me accountable with mockery or encouragement.

My 2026 goal is 500 rejections. You’re me ahead of me.

Omens from the universe. Gross ones too.

My father passed about seven years ago, and recently I realized I needed him, that I was entering a part of my life that I was unequipped to navigate. Instead of embracing our ancestors, we are offered a parasocial digital ofrenda with a monthly subscription. It’s not peace, it’s distraction.

So sorry to hear that. ❤️

Toddler just stormed our house, unappeased by our offering of candy.

Gross. Sorry that happened to you. I would read that graphic novel.

That’s unhinged. Did you really get that?

Uncle Walt would be displeased.

Thinking about bears and dodo birds…