Bad Adulting

The Musings of a 40-Something Bad Adult

Bad Adulting

  • Et tu, JK? A Breakup Post

    Dear JK Rowling, Girl, we need to talk. First, I am and always will be a hardcore Harry Potter fan. I have a tattoo of “After all this time? Always” on my arm…so I’m not just some ‘hop on the wizarding world bandwagon’…’oh, I watched all the movies so I’m an HP expert’ type of

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  • Well…f*ck

    It’s been a week since the election…and my thoughts are still stuck on this: F*ck.F*ck.ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ckF*ck.F*ck.ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ckF*ck.F*ck.ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck.F*ck…fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….and that’s all I have to say about that for now.

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  • I Hear You, Mamas

    I hear you, Mamas. I know your pain, your worries, your frustration. I know your fear. And I know you’re tired because I am too. Tired of all the noise, the rhetoric, the enormous piles of bullshit that is flung our way daily. I know how easy it is to turn away from the headlines,

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