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Screen and TV writer, editor, love child of David Milch and Jennifer Saunders, avid cursewordologist. Proud member of WGAw. Repped by Gersh & HVE.

Terrible cook.

I block all MAGA & Bible-thumpers. #BlueCrew #Resist
Whitey is way too excited about cottage cheese. I sometimes think the whole Keto thing is just so white people have an excuse to eat more cul du sac cottage cheese dishes. And not a flake of seasoning anywhere to be found.
November 9, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Be calm when the unthinkable happens, because we all know it will happen before it’s all said & done. ICE may be working up to firing on US citizen protesters. We know Hegseth is already working to desensitize the armed services to carry out extrajudicial executions in the Caribbean.
November 9, 2025 at 1:05 AM
My dog is sleeping right now and she is so beautiful
November 8, 2025 at 6:40 PM
November 7, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Someone wrote it down. Not even close to 2024.
November 7, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Someone did a comparison of 2024 WalMart Thanksgiving with 2025 & it’s not even close, y’all.
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
“Everything is fine. The economy is great! Food is 325% less than it was a year ago. Best Thanksgiving ever,” I say, forcing down another bite of water pie.
November 7, 2025 at 1:41 PM
November 7, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Top is the fake Donald Trump.

Bottom is the real Donald Trump.

His mask is slipping, his numbers are slipping, his base is slipping & I am so fucking here for it.
November 7, 2025 at 2:06 AM
It’s MEEEEE…!!!!

I have the litter purse.
November 6, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Crown for king
November 3, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Yessir. There’s a tree native to Yucatán called a “Golden-Shower Tree.”

It’s Latin name, “Cassia FISTULA.”

I might have gone with the literal translation of Lluvia de Oro, which would be the “Rain of Gold Tree,” but what do I know?

There. Now you have to live with this filth, too.
November 2, 2025 at 9:38 PM
True. I know many expat women whose husbands die or divorce them & they emerge like cloistered nuns into the hot Mexican sun & open dog rescues, learn hammock-making, start charities to help hungry families, learn smelting or take up oceanography. Blossoming like morning glories, these lovely ladies
November 2, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Okay, Ronald “welfare queen” Reagan. Calm your titties.
November 2, 2025 at 4:43 PM
Okay, Serena Joy. Calm down.
November 2, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Nothing screams narcissism like mom making sure she looks the best in the photo while her husband & kids squint into the sun & look like shit.

Not really sure what vibe she was going for here, but definitely needs more background gator 🐊
November 2, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Yucatán does not adhere to daylight savings time, but our southern border state, Quintana Roo, does bc so many USians vacation there maybe (Cancun?), so when I call family in Texas or friends in LA from here, it’s either midnight MST or 5:30 am PDT not sure. Haven’t spoken to FL friends in decades
November 2, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Cooking steamed red cabbage in a cast iron pot with secret ingredients makes me feel like a witch.

Fire burn and cauldron bubble
November 2, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Me, but I’m the cat
November 1, 2025 at 11:51 PM
And 73 unread texts. ✌️
November 1, 2025 at 11:46 PM
I am at maximum 500 tabs open on my phone & I just keep closing the last few tabs so I can keep going a bit longer. I also have 13,549 unread emails, some of which are older than my teenaged nephew. Yes, I am THAT person.
November 1, 2025 at 11:44 PM
Happy caturday, you psychos.
November 1, 2025 at 9:35 PM
1955 sure was a great year. To be a white man.
November 1, 2025 at 4:53 PM
When you live in a food desert like Yucatán (almost nothing grows here due to the poor soil), it’s hard to explain how demoralizing it can be eating healthy. I saw mandarins in the market the other day for the 1st time in 18 months and I literally jumped up & down like Christmas morning.
November 1, 2025 at 1:35 PM
You know how you get that feeling when you see your partner standing next to someone else and it’s nothing super obvious or even one thing you can point to specifically, but the rush of feeling is so strong and you’re just like, “Yep. They’ve definitely boned.”

This photo is that feeling.
November 1, 2025 at 2:50 AM