Rejected COVID-19 Pitches As Thinly Veiled Cries For Help

Photo by Quentin Debriey

My Retirement Savings — This Pyramid of Bud Light Cans. A Spotlight on Personal Finance 

If I Make Enough of the Canonical Alison Roman Recipes Will it Convince My Partner to Come Back? 

Frat House Chic! How to Turn Your Once Pristine Living Space into Teenage Squalor Now that No One Will Be Coming Over 

We Don’t Know How To Break This to You, But your Weed Dealer is Not Your Friend **SPONSORED BY THERAPY APP**

Why Hand Washing Your Dishes Several Times a Day is Bringing Scullery Maids Back Into the Spotlight 

The Latest Hot Sex Move? The Fetal Position. 

You Are Not Alone. Physically, Yes. But, Like, in A Metaphorical Sense You’re Chill.  

Quarantine Etiquette: Always Text to Ask permission Before Facetiming. You Never Know if They’re Stoned and Watching One Of the Fast And The Furious Movies. 

Why Time Is a Manmade Construct that Has No Meaning Aside From your Caffeine and Liquor Intake 

Hacking The Netlflix Algorithm — How to Hide Your Terrible Taste in Films from Your Partner 

Vengeance is Yours: Vacuuming Up Legos you Stepped On as Therapy

Lifestyle Hack! Turn Literally any Surface into a Bar Cart 

Do your Mitts Need Some Maintenance? Hand Lotions with TLC that Don’t Smell like Mango Juul Pods Mixed with Despair 

Day Drinking: It’s Back With a Vengeance. 10 Reasons why You Should Text your Ex

Your Temporary Identity Cheat Sheet: How To Briefly Take up Cooking and Gardening In Lieu of a Personality

Is There Such A Thing as Too Much CBD? Asking From a Puddle of my Former Self  

Zoom Divorce Announcement Party Prep — Themed Drinks you Can Enjoy from Separate Rooms 

Apologies in advance, I’m firing up the ol’ blog again.

Stress painted Babar last week.

Coming back to blogging, not that any of us ever left, feels like more of a kinder, softer landing rather than a circuitous pattern of CMS abuse I keep telling myself it is.

It’s been a “privilege” growing up alongside the rest of the internet (LOL how am I solidly in my 30s), and I miss being able to express opinions and humor without getting screamed at by trolls and Trump supporters. So damn it, I’m remaking my own corner of the internet, preferably without a comments section .

I promise to not let this spiral into a #preppy lifestyle blog, and keep it more of an amalgamation of personal writing, stuff I’ve found interesting online (considering that’s where I spend the vast majority of my time), and niche content I gravitate towards that necessarily wouldn’t get placement in a more significant publication.

This platform is partly so I can still get the instant gratification of hitting publish while working on longer-form work that won’t see the light of day for a while, but mostly because I’m nostalgic for personal blogs. They were fun! And we need more fun, especially right now.