I don't know this whiny dude and I don't care, but it's a brain itch that his last name is spelled differently from his handle.

Donnie Wahlberg dressed to hide his face during the NKOTB reunions of the 2010s so a body double could handle most of the gigs.

Noah Wyle gives me hope for Gen X men.

I turned 30 to Practical Magic and watched The Devil Wears Prada with my dying sister. There will be mess.

I'm happy for him too!

A close friend is taking a leave from work to travel and live in Italy. I'm jealous; I'm not going anywhere for awhile. But also I'm worried bc it feels like a last holiday.

I impulse bought my toaster last year too and it has pulled me back from the edge a few times! Took me a very long time to realize I could buy a long line toaster.

I'm making a spaghetti pie that my mother made for us when we were children, but she doesn't remember how to make anymore. 😔

I'm not getting into the mud pit for Madonna or Derek Jeter, but so you know, you're wrong. All of you.

Living a life worth posting.

Called the plumber. Ordered water filters. Done thinking about it for now.

I have 2 problems today that I am not dealing with, one of which I really must.
1) very low water pressure in the house
2) my TV picture is degrading and almost unwatchable. TV? Or casting device? Or will it fix itself?

What am I going to pretend to pay attention to this weekend?

Yes! It's really fun.

I don't watch The Pitt bc I have enough medical trauma, thank you, but I Noah Wyle could lead me into battle (bed.)

I say this alot. It's my version of Waiting for Godot.

Thank you for your understanding.

I've been thinking about the past a lot and I don't like it. It's time to move forward.

My grandmother kept them alive during the war doing whatever she had to do, and my dad never let anyone shame her for that. He didn't thrive. He was sickly and fragile and depressive. But generous and sweet and loving too. A good guy who nevertheless kept me a sort of prisoner.

I often think of the Mad Men quote, "She was born in 1898 in a barn. She died on the thirty-seventh floor of a skyscraper. She's an astronaut."

My dad was born in 1935, middle of 5 kids, on an Italian island about 2.8 square miles, population 3,000 off season, no hospital or school past 8th grade.

It waa 11 years ago. I can't do math.

My dad, smiling sweetly and holding birthday balloons, in rehab after breaking his back.

Sixteen years ago, my dad turned 80 in a rehab hospital after briefly dying in surgery to fix a broken back. I was falling in love with a suburban soccer coach who's a long story. At least my dad's face lit up every time he saw me.

"sir we have received 8 million calls"

I think I followed you both for a year? without realizing. Is your brother a math teacher just to rebel?

There is a version of me who drank at Sin-é when Jeff Buckley was performing in the corner. I was there, I was 22ish, 70 blocks north, and deeply uncool.

"In darkness and filth" just sort of bumping around my brain like an old Microsoft screensaver.

You think you're inured to Hallelujah but a pod on the Jeff Buckley cover still makes you cry and laugh harder than you have in a month.

Not necessarily, just a way to be different from my sister who adored it!

It's one of my favorite references from a show I never really watched

This is all dumb shit. I'm not crying, I'm laughing.