Hell yeah, we missed you but we’re all just grabbing a smoke out by the dumpster, which is on fire. Drop by anytime for a mutual stare into the void of existential despair.
Glad your back. I confess, though, I read your whole essay on 11... ok, I maybe started at 11, but kept nudging up the volume ‘til I was at 30 or whatever volume knobs go up to these days, even louder as I was typing this comment on a fvcking iPhone keyboard that has somehow managed to get worse with every upgrade... but seriously, nobody needs a volume past 11. For a whole generation of more, “crank that amp up to 11” meant something. Now, nobody fvcking knows because nobody can see the ceiling. I guess that’s another thing that keeps us anxious and pissed off...
Good timing too. Allow ourselves and each other some grace for fvck sake! My sweet good boy also has lymphoma and is living on borrowed time of which there will never be enough. We moved across 4 states for a great promotion this year and yeah so I feel this in my bones. Great timing.
I have definitely missed the newsletter but thankfully you're active in general, and it's always great to see you. But absolutely, slack is very needed these days and like fucks to give, is often in short supply. I've got the Whiskey if you have the shot glasses. As long as you are you, your people will be here ❤️
Fuck! I forgot I subscribed to this delightful fucked up newsletter until I got a new email in my inbox and was like 'wtf is this shit?' But then I read it and it lines up exactly with what my therapist is helping me work on -- calm the fuck down and try not to do EVERYTHING in ONE FUCKING DAY. Sometimes you're only at 60% and that's cool. Time to read or relax is just as important as the laundry. Cheers and glad to hear from you, but sorry that life has been a shithole for you lately. Sending virtual hugs.
Good reminder on “slack,” or grace, or whatever we are calling it. It all can wait while we live our lives. I’ve had a broken tile in the bathroom for probably 4-5 months now, and I’m like, meh. I’d rather have lunch with a friend.
Hell yeah, we missed you but we’re all just grabbing a smoke out by the dumpster, which is on fire. Drop by anytime for a mutual stare into the void of existential despair.
Glad your back. I confess, though, I read your whole essay on 11... ok, I maybe started at 11, but kept nudging up the volume ‘til I was at 30 or whatever volume knobs go up to these days, even louder as I was typing this comment on a fvcking iPhone keyboard that has somehow managed to get worse with every upgrade... but seriously, nobody needs a volume past 11. For a whole generation of more, “crank that amp up to 11” meant something. Now, nobody fvcking knows because nobody can see the ceiling. I guess that’s another thing that keeps us anxious and pissed off...
Great to see you back and sharing your unique and highly sweary thoughts. Lots of love.
So much everything you wrote! Love this , but take care of yourself, we will be here.
Good timing too. Allow ourselves and each other some grace for fvck sake! My sweet good boy also has lymphoma and is living on borrowed time of which there will never be enough. We moved across 4 states for a great promotion this year and yeah so I feel this in my bones. Great timing.
I have definitely missed the newsletter but thankfully you're active in general, and it's always great to see you. But absolutely, slack is very needed these days and like fucks to give, is often in short supply. I've got the Whiskey if you have the shot glasses. As long as you are you, your people will be here ❤️
Fuck! I forgot I subscribed to this delightful fucked up newsletter until I got a new email in my inbox and was like 'wtf is this shit?' But then I read it and it lines up exactly with what my therapist is helping me work on -- calm the fuck down and try not to do EVERYTHING in ONE FUCKING DAY. Sometimes you're only at 60% and that's cool. Time to read or relax is just as important as the laundry. Cheers and glad to hear from you, but sorry that life has been a shithole for you lately. Sending virtual hugs.
Good reminder on “slack,” or grace, or whatever we are calling it. It all can wait while we live our lives. I’ve had a broken tile in the bathroom for probably 4-5 months now, and I’m like, meh. I’d rather have lunch with a friend.
The tile will still be there tomorrow.
Meh.
Oh my heart smiles reading a new episode. I’m sorry about your Mom. My absolute best to her.
Also I feel you regarding your dog. They are family members and it hurts to see them suffering.
Your take on life feeds me, Amber. You write things I think about but usually keep to myself. Thank you for your generosity.
Missed you, too. And 100% on Andrew Scott as Moriarty. He's perfection.