In which I write about a toy. A doll. A temple idol, a spiritual tool. I’ve had an Amma doll for a long time, and over the years I’ve collected all the outfits and extras, and I keep it all in an old wicker picnic-style basket. I can dress her in her whites, or as […]
In which I lecture. This article advises you to immerse yourself in all the miserable details of your debt, and feel how bad you feel for an entire week, because apparently remorse and guilt will somehow magically attract money into your life. Because your debt is the result of your own terrible emotional flaws, and […]
I’m so fucking high strung, you guys. So I woke up this morning, had a hummus/tabouli/falafel/feta lettuce wrap, drank some water, decided being awake was stupid, and went back to bed ’til afternoon. Got up a second time, had some water, rearranged my very dirty hair, put on eyeliner, dressed, took my shit out of […]
In which there’s a map, and a bangle of sorts! Google Maps never really does well with the Greenway, but this is, more or less, my path for the day. (I still can’t tell, honestly, if I’m charmed by the knowledge that my Android phone tells Google Maps everywhere I go, or freaked out.) In […]
In which there’s a tostada. I made the salsas and the guac and fried the tortilla. I even put on a pot of pinto beans, but they’re not done yet. I mean, I made salsa. Look at this shit. And then about a third of the way through eating the glorious thing with the delicious […]
In which I’m just going to go right ahead and say that maybe the reason women didn’t traditionally run universities was because everybody knew we’d start giving out PhDs in queer vegan comic blogging. This is another anti-feminist rant. I know, I know, nobody cares. I get that. It’s fine. Listen, I know I’m a […]
In which I’ve read so much socially acceptable male-bashing bullshit online today, I just can’t even. But I’m going to anyway, and it’s this: what if society was structured with women’s and men’s spheres mostly separate… for a reason? Maybe women domesticated ourselves, just like cats, deliberately. Also, I’ve been out of school a long […]
In which there’s a blurb. I slept really late. So late that it’s 2:19 and I’ve only been up long enough to shower, cook and eat, and make the bed! I’m not even dressed! My hair’s clean, though, and this was delicious: I have no idea why I thought I needed twelve hours of sleep, […]
In which I catalog not terribly relevant stuff! Realizing that your youth is well and truly over is so fucking weird. One, you now know that people don’t even know what youth is until they’ve left it. Two, now you’re a grown up, and you’ve finally gotten some wisdom and some work ethic, and now […]
