Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Sat, 16 May 20 01:10:01 +0000 View Full Post March, 1995. Fucking March and it was 91 degrees in Sacramento. No cicadas, no fireflies, but also no humidity. No job e...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Tue, 12 May 20 00:33:18 +0000 View Full Post Present Day Great. Just found out that a dear friend of mine - with whom I fell out of touch some years ago because Life - has been dead for nearly a year. No ...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Sun, 03 May 20 15:13:22 +0000 View Full Post Present Day: So, for those of you playing along at home, you've probably come across mention of my love for horror movie...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Thu, 30 Apr 20 00:55:28 +0000 View Full Post Indiana wasn't totally terrible. When I think of my time there, I always remember the sound of cicadas, like God's marac...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Wed, 29 Apr 20 00:29:06 +0000 View Full Post I'm not dead, just busy. Tested negative. More soon.
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Wed, 08 Apr 20 00:55:42 +0000 View Full Post I'm frightened. I can't admit this anywhere but here, where I am anonymous. I'm not afraid of dying, I am afraid of leaving loved ones behind. I'm afraid of ...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Mon, 06 Apr 20 22:07:54 +0000 View Full Post THE CORONA DIARIES: Well, I've been quarantined. Eventually, I'll get back to my regularly scheduled autobiographical whining, but this has - for everyone - t...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Tue, 24 Mar 20 01:43:43 +0000 View Full Post And now for something completely ridiculous... Day #10 of the Apocalypse - I have my first encounter with a toilet paper barbarian. They approach stealthily f...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Thu, 19 Mar 20 19:42:49 +0000 View Full Post CORONA POST: So, in case you weren't yet aware, I live in Rhode Island and work in healthcare. I have not died, nor even contracted the virus yet. I just though...
Post by Prudence X. (@prudencex) on Thu, 20 Feb 20 15:54:59 +0000 View Full Post In 1994, just months after Kurt Cobain had shed his mortal coil, I threw on a pair of raggedy jeans shorts, a dark blue ...
