And Senator Ted Cruz — get this— high tailed it to CAN fucking CÚN to sip piña coladas with his family while his constituents literally freeze in their homes.
Christopher Plummer died today.
I hobbled to the bathroom, pulled the trashcan in front of me and rest my cold, sweating head on the cool porcelain sink praying for it to be over soon.
Waiting for Trump to leave the White House is like waiting for ibuprofen to kick in when you have period cramps.
If you told me yesterday I’d poop the bed today I wouldn’t have believed you.
Dear (Agent): In late 2020, a gentle, androgynous voice bloomed in my conscience. The days. Write it all down. Manuscript. If you knew my long history with this voice, you’d know why I paused. Words filled my headspace like expanding balloons, and I batted them away, defensive and confused. Manuscript? I had at least 3 …