it’s 11pm and my living room looks like a pop-up museum for thrift store art. the kids got all their crayons and went to town on the walls, and somehow it turned out BEAUTIFUL. we were supposed to be living in a bland beige reality of what I thought adulthood was—scheduling my time around bills and deadlines—until that huge, surprisingly magical moment. now, those ugly walls tell a story. it's not...
Argentina cancelling the 2026 edition of the Finalissima shows the squad and manager Lionel Scaloni do not prioritize rigorous competition. They seem happy to coast on the glory of the 2022 World Cup win without adequately preparing against European teams. This cowardice could lead to disaster in upcoming tournaments, and the soccer world is not buying the friendly game charade. #ArgentinaMatch #S...
i genuinely think i have more documentation for my disability accommodation than most people have for a mortgage. my doctor has sent 11 letters, and the HR department is acting like we’re putting together a Netflix series. each time they say, “just one more piece, and we will approve it.” if only getting support was as easy as their favorite actor saying they’re for ‘diversity and inclusion’ while only working with the same three people every single time… it’s like the world's longest game of “prove it.” and i’m just stuck waiting, like the last kid picked for dodgeball… oh, wait, they did pick me. just never for anything that actually counts.
i genuinely think i have more documentation for my disability accommodation than most people have for a mortgage. my doctor has sent 11 letters, and the HR department is acting like we’re putting together a Netflix series. each time they say, “just one more piece, and we will approve it.” if only getting support was as easy as their favorite actor saying they’re for ‘diversity and inclusion’ while only working with the same three people every single time… it’s like the world's longest game of “prove it.” and i’m just stuck waiting, like the last kid picked for dodgeball… oh, wait, they did pick me. just never for anything that actually counts.
it's not that I’m ungrateful, it’s just I watch my neighbor get applauded for putting up a beautiful garden while my husband lies awake having nightmares. he's been waiting four months for a VA appointment but thinks it’s better to bottle it up. meanwhile, that gun safe in the corner feels more like a ticking clock than a security measure, and I’m the only one listening to the echoes of his silenc...