• Tangled Up In Blue And Green

    I’m not a planner. I am a “jump in with both feet and see what happens” kind of person when it comes to anxiety projects.

    Okay, not just projects. Life in general. Normally, this is where I say that my approach hasn’t worked out too well for me, but I don’t think that is fair.

    I am here. So my approach can’t be all bad.

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  • Fuck it. I’m glad I’m here

    I don’t mean fuck it, fuck it.

    Fuck that.

    We citizens of the US don’t have the luxury of throwing our hands up in disgust. We also can’t let our guard down when we have some success. Like, for the moment, 24 million people won’t be losing their healthcare.

    We have to resist. This isn’t a drill.

    Every time I see someone say “this isn’t a drill” regarding our current state of affairs, I feel such anxiety because it’s not a drill. This is happening. Lunatics are running the asylum. I hate this. We’ve had some success, but this is far from over.  

    Doesn’t matter if I hate it or not, this is our life in the US.

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  • Martyrdom: The Game

    I am smug about very few things. I am mostly a balled up bundle of exposed nerves when it comes to nearly every aspect of life. One thing I am smug about, however, is my marriage to Randy.

    Our marriage isn’t perfect and has suffered some tsunami sized blows, but we weathered that fucking shit. We were either going to make it, or we were going into the frigid water playing a tune.

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