Thanks. It’s nice to have this place as a point of reference and sanity. Thanks for your wonderful words. 

Thanks. It’s just been a super hard week and everything is feeling extra heavy and wrong lately. I haven’t questioned my actions really at all during this process, just accepting as they came and happened as long as they weren’t damaging. This week it all kind of crashed down. This is a stupid club we’re a part of. 

Of all things, that’s the only certainty I have, and the only thing I don’t worry about. Jeff was very explicit his wishes for me. It’s the living world that is less understanding.

I’m exhausted from my day standing in the freezing cold trying to explain to people why the whole city of Philadelphia isn’t open on Thanksgiving. It was only five hours of work, but I was for whatever reason put in charge (WHAT THE FUCK) and it was super tiring.

Definitely read that as “Cotton Underwear’s Season....”

Oh Buster Dog, you should be so happy it’s too late for me to purchase all of this. 

I was bored and watched Parade’s End (which only led me to be more bored, but it was find background noise for cooking) and he’s has this awful Matthew Crawley blonde hair. Which is fine on pale blue eyed Dan Stevens, but no good, very bad on Cat Alien. He needs a dark contrast. 

Curious about this as well.

The starvation, dehydration diets they are on leading up to the big fashion show are .in.sane.

Me too. My late husband’s family only ever ruddy drank fat free half and half or powdered coffee mate and it was offensive to me. I’m too afraid to try something new for it to fail miserably. 

I barely dipped my toe into the terrorizing creeper land of online dating through Coffee meets Bagel and it was bad enough the odious ridiculous crap people tried to pull off. I can’t imagine that in a much larger, less hoop-jumpy platforms of okcupid and Tinder. 

Oat milk is at both of the coffee places I frequent at work and I’ve been so tempted to try it. But I am so dedicated and addicted to the fatty roundness of half and half that I fear I’ll be super disappointed and have wasted my coffee.

The number of times I’ve had sex that were timed around tv is almost shameful. But important things to agree on! 

My boyfriend’s brother is engaged to a woman he has never lived with. They’ve slept together, I imagine, but never lived together.

I never went down the tinder route, but his is helping my decision to keep on with that decision. 

lololololol. 

French/Dutch braids are the only exercise friendly hair. Too too heavy otherwise.

Seriously. I can’t imagine wearing it all the time. 

I have so much damn hair that even when I put it up in a high bun, I get such a headache and have to take it down within a few hours. It’s minor torture. 

Imma let you finish but OG Salem is the best.