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Crappy Content

Good is subjective. My good and your good are undoubtedly different. Good is also mutable. What I think is good today, I may hate tomorrow. Good is perhaps relative too. X is good compared to Y, but bad compared to Z. There are so many things that aren't good--my good, right now, in relation to… Continue reading Crappy Content

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Questions On Georgia’s HB 481, The Heartbeat Bill

It's been a long time since I blogged, mostly because I have a lot of strong feelings about politics, but didn't want to share them here, so I said nothing. But this is my breaking point. Sorry, not sorry. I’ve wanted to have a baby for some time now. Husband and I have been married… Continue reading Questions On Georgia’s HB 481, The Heartbeat Bill

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Big Feelings About Sportball

I have a connection to Ohio, and I went to THE Ohio State University (at Newark), but I care about football about as far as I can throw one (which isn't far). Husband, however, is more than marginally interested in the collegiate version of the sport, so I find out a lot of stuff tangentially.… Continue reading Big Feelings About Sportball

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Things I Just Don’t Fucking Understand: Mom’s Memes

My mom has a folder of memes saved on her computer. If you noticed my absence the last week or two and happened to see my last post, Eulogy, you can probably put two together and figure out my grandma passed away recently. I traveled to New Hampshire for her funeral and to visit with… Continue reading Things I Just Don’t Fucking Understand: Mom’s Memes

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Blogmas: Zoomas

It's December 3rd, and it's 80 degrees here in Hell, I mean, Florida. But that's actually kind of cool for the state average, if a bit warm for winter, so we went to the zoo today. It's adorable there and while I didn't get any good picture of the animals (I prefer to just enjoy… Continue reading Blogmas: Zoomas

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Things I Just Don’t Fucking Understand: My Own Worst Enemy

I know I probably come off as a pretty angry person due to these posts, and you probably imagine me yelling at people a lot in real life, but, Dear Reader, I promise you, I'm actually pretty chill. Some might even call me nice. Too nice. Nice to the point where I let people walk… Continue reading Things I Just Don’t Fucking Understand: My Own Worst Enemy

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Also I Hate The Word “Fleek”

Some people have really strong feelings about things that they really shouldn't. Like, some people HATE pumpkin spice as if pumpkin spice personally hurt them. Like pumpkin spice broke up with them via text message. Like pumpkin spice punched their mom in the face. Like pumpkin spice used the key they gave it "for emergencies… Continue reading Also I Hate The Word “Fleek”