I’m a mess.

I haven’t done much lately because I haven’t been able to. I went too long before treating my diabetes and its kicked my ass. But I’m on a treatment plan now. Hopefully headed in the right direction. Or I could die in my sleep. 🤷🏻‍♂️

My sister took this picture last night while in Iceland. The marketing campaign for Wicked is intense.

I’m still here. And still in excruciating pain.

9 hours, 2 x-rays, 4 CT scans, too many blood draws to count, and still no definitive diagnosis.

Well, I managed to get to Winthrop Center by bus, in order to do a little shopping. I also managed to fall down. And could not manage to get back up for about 10 minutes. And it was raining.

I’ve never driven a car. I don’t know how to. It’s never been a problem for me. I love to walk - it was how I exercised, got fresh air, calmed my mind. Also how I got my groceries. But now, with my medical problems it’s so difficult. I’m basically trapped in my house.

My health hasn’t been good for awhile now and tonight has been particularly painful. Haven’t slept a wink yet but hoping my little teddy bear helps fix that.

Headed to my happy place!

My sister is very proud of her “Winnie the Pooh” dahlia.

Most nights, like tonight, I would like to be asleep. Skip over the falling asleep part and go right into the knocked unconscious, dead to the world kinda sleep.

Repping the birthday girl. Merch from my favorite concert ever. The Celebration Tour. Happy Birthday to the Queen of Pop.

And how are all you lovely people in my phone?

Bunnies, bunnies, it must be BUNNIES! In my driveway.

Had a lovely breakfast sandwich by the water (with Boston in the background). Sometimes I forget how pretty my hometown is. And how much I look like Dobby, the house elf, after I shave.

I am very much looking forward to seeing this tomorrow.

Too many options. I don’t know where to look.

Even to this day, I sometimes forget. When something wonderful or something horrible happens and my first thought is “I have to tell mom.” Only I can’t. Those moments are brief, fleeting, and somehow both sad and beautiful. I love you and miss you. 07/19/2009

Friends since Mrs. Vitagliano’s third grade class.

I. DO. NOT. UNDERSTAND. THE. EMMYS.

In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel

Many thoughts on Superman. Here are a couple: The CGI was too much The costume was too baggy

Live. Laugh. Listen, everybody look I don’t know what you’re waiting for. A wedding, what’s a wedding? It’s a prehistoric ritual where everybody promises fidelity forever which may be the most horrifying word I’ve ever heard…

Ready to spend some time with Superman today.

A long time ago, a professor of mine said, “And then Mussolini introduced fascism to the world.” I started laughing only because I pictured Benito on the side of a stage, microphone in hand saying, “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the one, the only Fascism!”

A lined paper A littered mind And nothing leaking from my pen

I’m at that stage of my life when holidays hold little joy. Celebrations that once were crowded and full of laughs are now spent alone and in silence. My family is spread out, I have no friends nearby. It was a natural progression, I know. But it still hurts.

I hope for all these conservative Christians that Jesus isn’t coming back anytime soon, because he’s gonna be pissed.

My phone’s power cord has reached the “you have to put me in at just the right angle and not move me even one millimeter in any direction or I refuse to work” part of it’s lifecycle.

You remember the theme song to Growing Pains? I misheard the lyric “We’re nowhere near the end” as “We know we’re near the end” and I always thought that was wicked dark for an 80s sitcom.

I just missed the ice cream truck!!!

They knew exactly what they were doing.

I really like meat.

I’m feeling hot, hot, hot.

I’m very sad. And lonely. And I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better. 💜

Not smiling. Kinda smiling. Smiling. Somber. Silly. Scary.

I thought my affinity for Chris Evans and my immense appreciation of Pedro Pascal would outweigh my deep loathing of Dakota Johnson but I was wrong. I walked out of Materialists.

Not only is today Father’s Day, but it’s also my old man’s 87th birthday! Yesterday, my sisters and I were lucky enough to celebrate both with him.

Also for Pride, I’m wearing the only pair of “sexy” underwear I own. But no one wants to see that. In person OR online. Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Unable to attend Boston Pride but still wore my shirt with little pride ice cream cones. Happy Pride! 🏳️‍🌈

Got a text today regarding an outstanding traffic ticket that needs to be paid. I don’t have a car. I don’t have a license. I don’t know how to drive. Which one is the gas?

Watch out. I’m in my villainess era.

youtube.com/watch?v=e4Xz... This. Goosebumps every single time. Happy Birthday to the pinnacle of the pantheon of gay icons. Miss Judy Garland.

In lieu of doing a GoFundMe, can I ask all of my followers to buy a copy of my book, ALLWEATHER, on Amazon? Buying a digital copy (not Kindle Unlimited) would be best but any option can help. Thank you kindly. www.amazon.com/Allweather-J...

FUCK THAT.

Sarah has a type.

Darren is thinking “I want them to see me, but not so much hear me.”

Dinner is served.

Hmm… just found out I’m not going to be able to watch the Tony Awards live because I only have regular Paramount+ and not Paramount+ with Showtime. 😡🤬😡

I know him! Not Jonathan Bailey, but the guard behind him. Michael Guarnera. He graduated from my high school. My sister played Woodstock to his Snoopy. I had such a crush on him. He was and still is gorgeous.