Grannies.

It has been a long time since I had a granny, but I spent today baking, knitting, and reading, so I can’t say that I didn’t learn from mine.

Waiting ’til there’s more. 1

The only infomercially thing I have ever purchased was a set of ShamWows (actually bought via the Home Shopping Channel, which might be even sadder, but it was on a friend’s mum’s recommendation, so…wait, maybe that makes it saddest?), but there is almost nothing more delightful than the dumbass ‘problems’ that people in Infomercials have ...

Remembering the appropriate quote from the Breakfast Club.* 4

So, hey, self-doubt is a fucker, huh? I have it in droves. A marvellous person I know asked for advice about it yesterday, in the context of ‘why are my so-called friends so shit? or is it a problem with me?’ and I instantly regretted pretty much everything I said.** It isn’t the first time. ...

Handicrafts.

Handicrafts.
Well, instead of writing something profound, I obsessively finished knitting a charity hat for Grouchy Phil. Seeing as it is too big even for my Sputnik-like noggin, it looks like I will be experimenting with minor felting tonight, if such a thing is possible. If I fail, I guess I will find a giant or ...

Giants within.

There are many things that make me seethe, or, at the very least, roll my eyes a great deal and I would like them to stop before I grind my teeth into powder or twist my optic nerve into a pretzel.

Succinctness, banter, spiritual being.

Welp, my day has been made.

Universitäet. 3

Around 6:30 this morning, I woke up with the confidence of a fool.

Piotr’s Trek.

I met Piotr when I was 17 and still wearing a lot of broomstick skirts and shod primarily in Doc Martens. He was a high school friend, though they met through the puny local Industrial scene, of my then-boyfriend, and wore Birks and wool socks in winter. Since then, he has lived in five different ...

Boomtown Rats. 4

The seasons are changing and I’m again coming to the realisation that I spend entirely too much time alone, or in the company of my cat. In times of stress, when others are all “LET’S DO SHOTS AND KARAOKE”, I hibernate. Also, as I get older, my circle of accessible friends shrinks as they partner ...

Staying grouchy.

How do people survive at a state of perpetual ‘OMG YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED?’ hysteria? It makes me tired.