Well. 2017 was a full-blown dumpster fire, wasn’t it? We entered it with a healthy dose of skepticism, not quite sure what a Drumpf presidency would look like. As the days began to unfold, it made a zombie apocalypse look desirable. I think we can all agree the low point was seeing neo-Nazis marching in … Continue reading 2018: Moving on from the dumpster fire
Another Christmas is in the books. Yet another year when Santa let me down (which I should really expect by now given that he is male). No Swedish hockey player under the tree. No indictment for the Trumps/Romanovs. No deed to a winery in my stocking. Not even a pet hedgehog. In fairness, aside from … Continue reading Mele Kalikimaka!
For some reason, probably because I was a Black Widow who craftily murdered her husbands or a saucy plundering pirate wench in a past life, the Universe is punishing me now in the dating department. I have inexplicably gone on dates with multiple guys (relax, not at the same time—those aren’t “dates”) who hate dogs. … Continue reading Sorry, dog, you’re not getting any