#1-5 minutes

[actionable-today]

I’d like to invite everyone to join me today in starting the new year off with some positivity, I will be writing thank you cards to the politicians fighting for the things i believe in, fighting against ice, for trans rights, for youth rights, for healthcare, etc

and I’ll be taking some time to reflect on the good things that have happened to do this, for example for me I’m going to send a thank you for sick and safe time (even if it’s a little old by now), it feels like a major step in the right direction and I’m grateful we have it now

there is a time for venom, for anger, for frustration at all the unjust things happening, but I ask everyone to consider joining me in starting off the year by reflecting on the good in the world, and thanking the people fighting for it

im not really sure how to rate this time wise, sending a short email might be five minutes whereas if you’re like me and sending hand written cards complete with drawings this will be a few hours. Feel free to call too if that’s more comfortable for you.

[purplesnotmycolor-blog]

AKA Ladies Night, Pt. 1

New York may be the city that never sleeps, but it sure does sleep around.

Not that I'm complaining.

Cheaters are good for business.

A big part of the job is looking for the worst in people.

Turns out I excel at that.

Clients hire me to find dirt.

And I find it.

Which shouldn't surprise them, but it does.

Knowing it's real means they gotta make a decision.

Calm down.

One, do something about it.

Or two, keep denying it.

Shoot the messenger.

Tell me I'm getting off on destroying their already shitty lives.

Option two rarely pans out.

And then there's the matter of your bill.

People do bad shit.

I just avoid getting involved with them in the first place.

That works for me.

Yep.

Got anything for me?

Oh come on, I meant lawyers in general.

Well --

Whoever he is, he's not as good as me.

Wasn't personal.

I just prefer freelance.

No ties.

Okay, is being drunk an excuse?

Effective. You've brought me on eight jobs no one could deliver on.

I did.

You're not protecting me. You need my methods.

I'm not gonna beg you for a case.

I will as you, though, very strongly.

And you're repping who?

The poor, brain-damaged dancer. And?

Phew. I questioned my whole worldview for a second there.

This has gone a long way towards me liking and trusting you.