I want to hug you so hard. Everything is stupid. Except the ones we love. And food. And books. And everything else we love. Our government sucks and I'm so grateful for you.
I want to hug you right back. And I want a t-shirt that says "Everything is stupid" with an asterisk which goes to "Except the ones we love etc." So grateful for *you* and my amazing Substack besties. xoxo
I would buy this tshirt. Did you see the one Ally posted? It says: Just another fucking bitch who cares about her neighbors. (Only with asterisks to *hide* the curse words...because no one can crack that code!)
A need to admit that Husband and I subscribe to the NYT, and hope no one will spit “Antisemitic” at me. But things are so bad that I go straight to Wordle, Connections, Ken Ken, crossword, and then Spelling Bee last, especially on horrible days when I need a “fix” that will last the entire morning. Thank you Spelling Bee. Because facing the front page or in-between is too painful to contemplate. Even if Queen Bee is mostly beyond my free time, what would I do without NYT games?
Thank goodness for small distractions, honestly, even if they entail the occasional tantrum precipitated by the Spelling Bee's arbitrary decisions about certain words being accepted and others not. (Oh, and Connections! Some of the categories were surely dreamed up by an insane person...)
I feel very seen and share your rage about it all, including that tiffin is not an accepted word. I try every time it is an option hoping maybe, maybe this is the day.
I am so sad about the state of things, so very sad.
Same same same. But also, I would like to think that what you said about tiffin might be true of things in general. Like, we try day after day hoping that maybe, maybe, something shifts and things get better instead of worse?
Exactly. I wrote to another friend that looking away, even for a second, feels sacrilegious, but not looking away is also unbearable, and the distractions aren't distracting, and and and...
I want to hug you so hard. Everything is stupid. Except the ones we love. And food. And books. And everything else we love. Our government sucks and I'm so grateful for you.
I want to hug you right back. And I want a t-shirt that says "Everything is stupid" with an asterisk which goes to "Except the ones we love etc." So grateful for *you* and my amazing Substack besties. xoxo
I would buy this tshirt. Did you see the one Ally posted? It says: Just another fucking bitch who cares about her neighbors. (Only with asterisks to *hide* the curse words...because no one can crack that code!)
A need to admit that Husband and I subscribe to the NYT, and hope no one will spit “Antisemitic” at me. But things are so bad that I go straight to Wordle, Connections, Ken Ken, crossword, and then Spelling Bee last, especially on horrible days when I need a “fix” that will last the entire morning. Thank you Spelling Bee. Because facing the front page or in-between is too painful to contemplate. Even if Queen Bee is mostly beyond my free time, what would I do without NYT games?
Thank goodness for small distractions, honestly, even if they entail the occasional tantrum precipitated by the Spelling Bee's arbitrary decisions about certain words being accepted and others not. (Oh, and Connections! Some of the categories were surely dreamed up by an insane person...)
Connections creator is perverse! But I’m up for the brawl
Never surrender!
I feel very seen and share your rage about it all, including that tiffin is not an accepted word. I try every time it is an option hoping maybe, maybe this is the day.
I am so sad about the state of things, so very sad.
Same same same. But also, I would like to think that what you said about tiffin might be true of things in general. Like, we try day after day hoping that maybe, maybe, something shifts and things get better instead of worse?
Yes! This. Every day we try and then, it will shift. Because, it will . Because, it does. Because time and change keep propelling us forward.
These are the Times before the times that try our souls. Hugs, Irena, and I fecking wish I had more to offer than hugs.
Hugs are plenty, and thank you! Also, the Times before the times that try our souls cracked me up. Thank you for that as well.
I do too. Xo
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Hugs back!
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Ha! But also, sob.
So on point. We're all hurting and the distractions make us feel guilty and they don't help as much as we'd like. *sigh*
Exactly. I wrote to another friend that looking away, even for a second, feels sacrilegious, but not looking away is also unbearable, and the distractions aren't distracting, and and and...
I get this. Hugs.
I really, really wish we didn't have to live in this timeline. It's not my favorite.