Retail Therapy for Temporary Agoraphobes

As I shifted from the desk I set up in my kitchen to the couch fifteen feet away after I finished work today, I was struck by how I hadn’t stimulated the economy yet today. Hadn’t stimulated anything really. So I sat down on my couch and thought of all the things I “need” in … Continue reading Retail Therapy for Temporary Agoraphobes

Things It’s Okay to Cry About In Isolation

In real life, I’m a stone cold emotionally constipated bitch. This is a fact that I’ve known for a long time and sadly I haven’t the wherewithal nor the disposable income to fix this (thanks Sallie Mae). We’re in unprecedented times, which I think, given what I’ve seen in the traditional and social medias, is … Continue reading Things It’s Okay to Cry About In Isolation

Still alone: What Happens After a Two Week Quarantine

My two weeks have come and gone. Some dude name James is bringing me groceries tonight, my 16th night of my 16th day with no real human contact. Don’t worry, because I was sick during the panic buying that probably infected you with the same chest cracking disease, I will run out of toilet paper … Continue reading Still alone: What Happens After a Two Week Quarantine

Good Touch, Bad Touch because You Need Another Post about COVID-19

Just to keep tabs: home alone for 8 days now, 3 days working from home, 17 hours since my last fever disappeared, 5 potatoes roasted, 2 cups of coffee (since I’ve been confined, not today, I’m not a barista). Now that you know that I have reached the end of my rope, I thought I’d … Continue reading Good Touch, Bad Touch because You Need Another Post about COVID-19

Never Play Second Fiddle: a Guide to Living a Music Based Life

I recently had the delight of dinner with my father, brother and nephew, we went to a very dive-y little place that served the best chicken fried chicken I’ve had as an adult. I’m only telling you this because I know my brother doesn’t read this and I’ll be damned if he finds out that … Continue reading Never Play Second Fiddle: a Guide to Living a Music Based Life

Solo Travel for the Anxiety Ridden Human

So you planned a trip with your handy-dandy travel buddy. It's going to be fucking phenomenal. It's booked. It's paid for. It's kind of planned. Then your travel buddy is rude enough to have a family emergency/die/breakup with you. You could be fucked. Or you could grab your balls, pull up your big-girl panties, or … Continue reading Solo Travel for the Anxiety Ridden Human