I can see paradise by the dashboard light.
Why do I keep being told from my boss and my husband to be patient? What is this patience thing they speak of? Don’t they know that all good things come to those who nag?
How did I spawn such idiots - ten to eight is the same as seven fifty... because it is!
There's a reason it’s called cash-mere…was a bit of a limp to the end of the week.
Trying to appreciate celery and channel Adele… ugh… if she can, I can... bloody hell.
Except that there is a fat woman who keeps following me around... I never see her until I pass a window and then there she is... right there… bloody stalker… she looks like a Karen!
Idris Elba… my new disassocation flame.
T minus 4 until the election and then an eva more agonizing few weeks until we know.
Courtesy of the NYT, “Biden isn’t a perfect candidate and he wouldn’t be a perfect president. But politics is not about perfection. It is about the art of the possible and about encouraging America to embrace its better angels.”
I mean at this point... don’t we deserve anyone better than who we have right now?
At least it's persimmon season... feeling fancy, me...just like saying persimmon.