A sarcastic, exhausted rant about waking up to horrifying news, political hypocrisy, and the complete joy of unfriending people who voted for weaponized stupidity… while trying to survive three more…
An unhinged meditation on ice crunching, sensory rage, and why that tiny, echoing sound turns me feral. A plea for silence, manners, and my last remaining nerve.
A bitchy love letter to evolution: ditching the tired word “gay,” reclaiming Two-Spirit power, dragging anti-intellectual “anti-woke” nonsense, and reminding us we were born this way. The backlash is temporary.…
A sober, unapologetic takedown of Galveston’s Mardi Gras—aka Mardi Gross. A weeklong parade of booze, bad decisions, questionable fashion, and even worse smells. Surviving it without drinking deserves applause… or…
A hilarious road trip tale where a gas station stop turns chaotic—my sister-in-law got left behind, and we only realized 40 miles later! Let’s just say, Buc-ee’s will never be…