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I went to a Sabres hockey game & I have so many questions. Here’s a livestream of my thoughts:
There’s an organ playing the tunes & chants. Is it a live organ player or a recording? If it’s live (which I’d like to think & choose to believe it is), where does the person play the organ from? And if it’s not, then where would be the most interesting place that we could put the organ player?…

I’m my own parent/authority figure now. Let that sink in…
To parent Delaney Olexa is not a job for the faint of heart. The skillset & job requirements have to be equivalent to that of a lawyer, crocodile wrangler, mind-reader, & unicorn superhero, all combined. So, I’d like to take a moment to give my parents all of the kudos in the world for not physically exploding (or letting me explode the rest of the world) while raising me, because, holy shnike, this is NOT an easy gig…

Back in 2020, I became a live-in nanny & moved in with a family living in a neighborhood that I liked to call:
The Suburbs on Crack
I imagine the developers all got together over a cup of coffee one day, sat down, & said to each other, “Hey, I’m bored.. and we’ve got all this land. Wanna play a game & see how many houses we can fit on it?” And they figured out how many houses they could fit on it & built accordingly. I‘m not lying when I say, I think it was the same 3 household models, alternated, repeated, & plopped right on top of each other. It was Covid times, yet the houses were following the 6ft rule worse than the people…

“Why Buffalo?”

It seems to be everyone’s favorite question for me these days. People from back home. People from my new home. People in general. “Do you have family here?” “Did you move for a job?” “Is there a boy?” Honestly, I can’t blame them for asking. I get it. I mean, why would a 23-year-old girl up & move to a place she has no ties to whatsoever? Let alone Buffalo, NY. And my answer is still a bit hazy. Even to myself…