Today is.

Bye!

where are my scientists at? Chime in.

We need science.

All of it.

Let’s go.

1% ahhhhhh!

xo

good morning!

my daughter’s face popped up on my phone while I attached these images. Yesterday we went to her school’s fundraising fun fair. So fun. We merged old daycare friends and new and it was beautiful, and fun, and I loved it. That’s the sort of thing that I see and just… it makes me happy.

Have a great Sunday, Dumpling. 💜

Good morning, Dumplings!

Enjoy your day, Dumplin’s.

I hope she gets lots of pussy!

Go Brooke!

I was just told to go kill my day:

here I come world!

xo.

enjoy your day, Dumplings!

Ah, oui, oui. Moi aussi. Très merde.

That’s it. That’s all my broken French for you today.

Now, we get to decide:

What do I want to build with my life?

Yes? Okay. On to today, this one’s for you:

I began with a dream I was calling out performance in performance art. Not acting. People pretending to be false gods, wearing a mask of artistry.

Guess what? Artists aren’t assholes.

Complicated creatures? Yes.

Assholes? No.

That dream felt like the me I am here fully expanded outward. I felt like a sharp thing. Me, creature, fully, outward.

Hmm.

Then I texted my landlord to handle his shit.

Good morning, Dumplings. How has yours been?

love ya, Dumplings!

Also, this was my favourite email to wake up and see:

yes?

And also, this was terrible history and current reality comparison for that day 2022:

fucking soccer.

⚽️

I dunno. My fuel tank is ready for some glug glug. Words shmerds.

I’m just kidding. All my underwear are in the hamper. I’m just going out naked.

We’re at the top of the mountain looking down. Let’s go.

whatchu think?

happy Monday, Dumplings.

can I punch someone in the head?

lol.

Jk. I wish sometimes I was violent. The rage could come out instead of via giggles and turning pain into humour. By George. How lucky to be a raging lunatic.

“Oh, bonjour, comment ça va?”

“Ça va pudding cheeks.”—my daughter during dinner last night. I am so excited to see where her strangeness goes.

it’s Saturday. Go have fun. Go have sex. Go do something or make something or kiss somebody (consensually, of course).

Have a good one, Dumplings.

Pray for a fool.

I am done.

Despite slightly decreasing the functionality of the app via button placement, I think they might’ve actually fixed the section issue.

Let’s see….

lol… no.

Ah, yes. I know. I know. Me too. I would agree. You’ve been abandoned for far too long.

I know, I hear you, but we couldn’t have him touch. He ruined it for us. For all of us. But that’s okay. We’ve sort of reacclimatized to life, haven’t we? You’re no longer afraid, and I guess I’m not either.

I love that you wake up so desperate for touch. That’s delightful. Even the blankets, you saucy bitches. Especially you, Griselda! Oh!! Don’t get bashful on me now, it’s okay.

Ah, there, you’ve relaxed. That’s better. Maybe it’s the knee pain, sharper now. Let’s go with that. You’re not allowed to be aroused and in pain, huh? Or, can you? I’m not sure.

All I know is that I’m glad you’re here on this journey with me. And. One day. One day.

Don’t worry. I won’t get with any nippy pincher, I promise.

You’re my girl’s. We’ve been through thick and thin— god, remember breastfeeding? Fucking nightmare.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that was so terrible for you. I’m sorry I had no one to talk to, only those with solutions to “fix” you. You weren’t broken.

I’m sorry it was just us against the breeze and the pain.

I’ll talk about it more, yeah.

And I’ll keep our secrets, too.

Yes, of course I will.
I won’t share everything. Of course. Don’t be silly. It’s us, remember?

Okay. We’d better get dressed… it is… nipply… out… after all.

HaHaHa!! Okay. No nipple jokes. That’s fair. I’ll stop.

No bra, right? Yeah. I think I’m done, too. What’s the point, really? You guys are coming out to say hello regardless.

So say it loud, and say it proud, “Good Morning World!!”

— my nips & me.