It seems like the opposite of “real and raw” would be “fake and cooked,” and probably also breaded, which sounds like a plant-based chik’n patty, and that sounds great to me.

It means a lot when someone tells me a yoga or barre class made their day better. I often say “No big deal. It’s just an exercise class,” regarding things like tech not working & not micromanaging movements, but helping folks feel successful and valued and capable is a big deal.

Me: “This is great! I think the brand is Guru Nanda.”
Husband: “What does that mean?”
Me: “Well, Guru is the one who brings knowledge to light, and Nanda is joy, so I guess something like ‘the one who brings the knowledge of joy to light’?”
Husband: “That’s a big ask for a toothbrush.”

We’re all agreed that this week has lasted 18 months and counting so far, right?

Wild how the same phone that’s like like “good job, Kat! Look at all these streaks, let’s keep going!” Is still, every Sunday also like “Wow, Kat, you’ve been spending way too much time on me this week; I’m concerned.” Stfu and give me another round of Duo Lingo, asshole.

I had yesterday evening off, so in the name of self care toned my hair for so long it turned silver but also got water in my ear, so today I keep saying “speak into my good ear,” so this is absolutely the perfect time to cast me as Granny in an all-live-action Looney Tunes reboot.

To be clear, the root cause of my ADHD is that I have ADHD. My brain doesn’t do what it’s supposed to with dopamine, but when I take my medication it does and I thrive. I love exercise and vegetables and sunshine and indulge in all 3 every day, but they won’t magically give me a neurotypical brain.

Kyle ad I are dog sitting, and after I tell her (the dog) that she’s the littlest tiniest baby, Kyle rightly queries how this is possible since moments earlier I told her that she was the biggest strongest dog in the entire world. And I agree. It’s the greatest paradox of our time.

*Me, falls into bed at midnight, wakes up at 4 am, looks at phone to turn off alarm*

Bank: Oh my god, where are you, bestie, we’ve been trying to co contact you for HOURS about all this fraudulent activity on your debit card.

Can the chaos chill for one second so a bitch can get a REM cycle?

If you’re not a regular chill adult who turns into an anxious pile of non-verbal mush when you step into a pharmacy (aka have ADHD and lots of pharmacy trauma) this might not make sense, but my husband had the early morning off and got up and to go to the pharmacy with me and that meant so so much.

My ADHD super power is that I can drink a Celsius at 8 pm and still almost fall asleep walking up the stairs at my nighttime job.

I keep seeing ads like “Plant-based goodies 🌱 Enjoy the treats you loved as a kid, but for adults!” And half the time this means “these are vegan” and the other half it means “these have drugs in them,” and it should not be so hard to tell. (I’d enjoy both to be clear, but I still want know.)

Really wish I could recapture whatever it was when I was 12 that let me spend 3 hrs a day on an online zine called “Gecko Gurlz” even though I had like 5 subscribers and knew little about geckos, because now there’s nothing I’d rather do less than create and send a newsletter.

After a week of being calm in an actual crisis, my sympathetic nervous system breakdown—frozen in terror, only able to sob and panic, happened when I mistook the squeaking from the air pressure in this bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper for a rat squeeking behind my bookshelf. How about you? #losangeles

Hello, Bluesky friends! I guess we each have to be our own David Lynch now.