Written on the Prophetic Plates?

My Partner and I are going to a game night tonight hosted by someone I met through an ADHD support group. So, of course, I had a dream that the hosts kept serving me party food on real plates, and I kept progressively dropping them. I desperately tried to explain, "Please stop giving me nice things. …

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Improv #13/Subway Sociology #4: Party Poppers

*Knock knock* "Who's There?" "Wobbly" "Wobbly who?" "Wobbly out in this weather when I know I will fall over? I'm very dedicated to my art, ok? Now offer me a seat on this train before it's you I fall onto..." Amtrak preemptively canceled some Acela routes and other regional commuter routes in advance of the …

Where’s Whoopsie #17: Two-Ply Christmas Lullaby

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me An extra roll of TP.   On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Two bottles of Miralax and an extra roll of TP.   On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Three gluten-free …

Where’s Whoopsie #15: Trumpkin

It seems to be all the rage this year to carve jack o' lanterns into angry Trump faces. I'm a little disturbed by this - as I see his face enough on t.v. to be bad for my mental health already - but mostly I'm amused. In a world of politicized media, satire - including …

Improv #11: I’m Mrs. Bright Blogs

*Knock knock* "Who's there?" "The Bright Side" "The Bright Side Who?" "The Bright Side Who Doesn't Actually Exist" "Oh. Then I guess this is just another dissociative conversation with the bully-in-my-brain, then?" "You catch on not quickly at all, don't you? Also, your joke sucks." I'm fairly sure the first rule of building a blog …

Where’s Whoopsie #14: Where’s it Hurt?

Traveling and being unwilling to bring anything I have actually invested time and effort in with me to Hell means I haven't posted a Where's Whoopsie since July! I suppose I could have posted some of my decidedly not-safe-for-work swear word drawings that I relied upon instead of geometric patterns to express my feelings during …

Improv #10: Seven Things for Self-Care

*Knock knock* "Who's there?" "Seven" "Seven Who?" "Seven Eleven..." "Dude, you can't fool me. I know there's only seven of you. When I'm seeing eleven then maybe I'll believe I'm as think as my friends drunk I am. Now bring me my black coffee and tylenol delivery stat!" There's an Improv game called Five Things …

Messages in a Bottle #7.2: 525,600 Words

Written at some point prior in May 2018, intended for 5-26-18, my one-year blogiversary. The intro to this post (including why it is so delayed) is here. -- 525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In …

Behind the Back Behavior

I feel betrayed. I've just learned for the first time about some truly "behind the back" behavior. I don't mean anything from the 9th Circle of Hell, workplace bullying or even America's President being a traitor - those are all sufficiently terrifying betrayals, but they are hardly newly discovered  - but rather something that has …

My PTSD Awareness: Currently Subject to Mental Health Austerity Policies

PTSD sucks. I have previously written 48 posts to this effect. (But who's counting?) Today is National PTSD Awareness Day. I'm still generally too overwhelmed in my ability to cope from ongoing 9th Circle of Hell trauma and PTSD symptoms - oh the irony! - to muster up my usual witty commentary on my awareness of …