So every morning I play a game called, where the fuck is my coffee. It’s where I make a coffee, get distracted by something and set it down, only to find it again when it’s cold and has to be remade… is it ADHD, Perimenopause, the collapse of America? I mean probably all right? Anyone else?

NY Times, Feb. 11, 1933.

My kid said “high zero” the other day and then gave my wife a fist pound.… high zero. He’s definitely already cooler than I am. Happens fast. He’s 5.

Not ideal. Gotta say. Not ideal.

This is a beautiful tribute.

You know what was a banger, the Sleepless in Seattle soundtrack. Do they even make soundtracks for movies anymore? I love so many different types of music because of 90’s soundtracks. One more things these poor kids are missing out on.

Someone shared this with me, and I think it's beautiful. That's what I wish for everyone I love and appreciate in this New Year 2025, that your life is filled with an abundance of real luxuries. ❤️

Happy Tamale season to all that celebrate. One of the things I miss the most about living in LA is the Christmas tamale carts that would come through our neighborhood.

So I need to know election demographics broken down by state. I am not at all surprised that the Ohio Karen squad voted for Trump but I need to know what kind of face I’m giving my fellow white women here in California. Am I side eyeing? Glaring? Starting fights in Sprouts?

The rage building in seeing the boomers in my life wanting zero to do with their grandchild but know when it’s time to be taken care of themselves they will be at my door like a Beverly Hillbilly.

The only thing that gets me through watching these clown show cabinet picks is knowing that 2026 is going to come on the scene like Return of the Jedi and California is going to make Kamala Harris our governor and we are going to make it rain hippy vengeance. Watch.

It’s the time of year in California where I spend too much time thinking about how warm and toasty the house feels at 65 when that would be a forbidden ice box ac number in the summer. I can talk to myself about it for an entire morning sometimes.

Just left Twitter to keep my sanity. Figuring out how to survive in this next phase of America with my wife and 5 year old.