We’re both cozy on the couch with a Red Sox game on. I’m knitting and JR is “resting their eyes”. The perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Someone walked into our church today because he felt called to do confession, but he’s a Protestant who thought only Roman Catholics did that. Welcome, beloved, you can do both here!

JR: “Every time I think the Pope can’t fuck any harder, he fucks HARDER! Which is weird for a celibate dude!”

I feel like I should be allowed to shoot the drivers side door of a car with a paintball if I see the driver on their cell phone.

Gonna be real: if your Lambo’s engine sounds like this? You should talk to your doctor about that erectile dysfunction.

I had the opportunity to gush about damnatio memoriae at the fancy dinner last night and now I have book recommendations from an historian who also loves this topic. I love nerds!

I cannot explain how much I would love it if Brutalist buildings were painted like this.

Beacon Hill/Allston/Seaport. He’s not queer enough to be a gentrifier in West Roxbury.

Heading to a three course dinner and etiquette class while wearing a bracelet that says STFUATTDLAGG. We contain multitudes!

JR is kind and not looking to fight, but I'll fight a bitch. If a Black church says "leave us alone and stop making our trauma your story", then white people? WE LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE. We don't talk on their tragedy. We let them talk (or not!) in the manner they choose. We SHUT. THE FUCK. UP.

Anyone read some non-fiction recently that they want to shoutout? I've got a few Kobo audiobook credits that I'd love to use up on some good non-fiction. Preference for history or biography, but I'm up for just about anything.

Now I really want chicken tikka pizza. I'm making chicken tikka for dinner tomorrow night, so leftovers on pizza Saturday?

These women fled the Taliban. They were granted asylum in Australia and still fought to represent their country, a country that refused to recognize them. FIFA officially has granted the Afghani women’s national football team permission to compete, representing the country that drove them out 🥹

There are certain books I've "saved" for the proverbial rainy day. I know I'm going to love them, but I need something special to help me feel better. This week has been one big rainy day, so I'm listening to Guards, Guards for the first time and fuck if Terry Pratchett doesn't hit every time.

A construction crew sent all of their orders into the Dunks near my work at the same time I did. Put a prayer up for these poor workers trying to get through those 35 orders while more keep pouring in.

JR: “how the hell did you get those bruises‽” Me: “I know scratching delays healing, but it’s been so itchy, so I just rapped my nails against my chest really hard hoping that would help.” JR: “we’re going to a fancy three course dinner tomorrow night and you have fake hickeys.”

*crossing the discourse streams* we get to have good food now because we don't smoke all the time and everywhere and it makes life better and more worth living

Today is four years since @jrmoockjr.bsky.social and I said "I do" in a tiny Covid church ceremony. They're the best part of my day every day and I'm so grateful to have them in my life.

Me: “do we have anything going on this weekend?” JR: “just game night with @lizwfab.bsky.social and @momebie.bsky.social, why?” Me: “cause the skin on my chest is still a fuckin mess and they won’t judge if I show up braless to their house, so I can free boob and give my skin a chance to heal.” JR:

I mean how do you even ask anyone if they're short-tempered right now. Especially in the fucking US. NO I'M HONESTLY HOLDING MY TEMPER MUCH LONGER THAN IS REMOTELY REASONABLE, ALL THINGS CONSIDERED???????

when we mourn le guin, we mourn one of our greatest writers & thinkers. but we also mourn one of our all-time greatest haters

Well fuck. Time to schedule an appointment, I guess?

Just had to turn down tickets to the World Cup because we can't afford them while also staying on top of our credit card payments/savings goals. Being responsible SUCKS.

we all know this classic way

Happy birthday, Dad. Wish you were here. You’d know what to do. Or at least you’d know what to write. ❤️

For anyone like me who LOVES roasted garlic, this is the recipe. And even as someone who hates beans, I super want to try this.

RIP transphobic Tori Amos fans, get wrecked and get out www.pastemagazine.com/music/tori-a...

I hate when people say “anxiety is energy with nowhere to go”, but I hate it even more when I’m anxious and I go on a stupid walk and my stupid brain feels better. It’s just rude.

Do you ever think about the fact that if Dune were coming out today it would be shelved as YA Science Fiction? It's a chosen one narrative about a fifteen year old protagonist who loses his dad and rebels against an oppressive regime. Yes, it gets deeper, but so do most YA SF/F books.

I’m opening that wine and stealing all the rolls off the tables. Fuck it at that point.

I'm generally not a believer in moral decline arguments, but continuing a dinner after a police involved shooting outside the door of the dining room might be part of making a case. It's all a bit Gatsby for my tastes.

If we ever go to a formal dinner and shots are fired, I don't care if we have on make-up and gowns, get in the car, bitch. We're going to Popeye's

They should try being teachers.

JR: “Come on. COME ON! YES!!! FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR FUCKING ORIOLES!!!!” Me:

Me: “I don’t have a latex allergy. I should be fine to wear this device for the next 15-30 days.” My skin: “bitch, you thought.”

It's today, today!

JR: [Genie in a Bottle] is before your time, isn’t it?” Me: “excuse me! This song came out in 99, so I was almost 12!” JR:

This song has reminded me that “suck my penis” is an IMMEDIATE boner killer for me where “suck my cock” is not.

Get you a gentlethem who keeps you fat and happy, then fucks your brains out. 1500/10 would recommend.

I talk about leaving social media, but then I see a Reel from a woman who calls herself a "Christian Beguine" and now I'm learning about a movement in 13th century Christian history that I knew nothing about and that's just fuckin dope as hell.

Just involuntarily heard Kash Patel’s voice and I’d forgotten how ridiculous it is. Stop talking, ya wee man.

I’d open a bookstore on a small island in Scotland and it would be open whenever I fuckin felt like it (which would be more often than I’d like to admit).

Got an email from Stop & Shop saying that they have deals to get extra gas points if you buy sour cream and tortillas. I think Stop & Shop is trying to tell me to make white people tacos for dinner soon. Or maybe white people enchiladas?

I have to say you were missing out. The diet satanism was a really interesting part of my youth.

This bar is playing Push by Matchbox Twenty and now I’m a weirdly horny pre-teen again trying to figure out why black nail polish on a dude is making me feel things.

The bassist from Mindless Self Indulgence grew up where I’m from and my mind can’t comprehend it.

My PCP is leaving the practice soon (she’s graduating from her residency!!!) and I’m not sure who’s sadder about it: the nurses who all LOVE her or JR because she was the first doctor who heard my litany of “little issues” that JR wants me to treat seriously and went “holy fuck. Let’s get TESTING!”

Talking about being burned out and exhausted with my therapist and he asked me "what gives you hope?" I have my own little list, but I'd love to hear yours. Dear reader: what gives you hope right now?

Finally catching up on some of my personal emails and came across this piece. Friends - take the time to read this.