There’s one from a few years back. When I was skinny.

I miss being skinny.


I’m rather fond of red and black together, but part of me is afraid that it seems too communist.

I just want to stay at home. That’s all. The older I get, the more difficult it is to people.

She is treacherous.

I need to get that stuff framed.

Me: “Ha ha ha. Playboy’s going nude again.”
B: “‘No one will ever make a worse business decision than NEW COKE,’ said the world. ‘Hold my beer,’ said Playboy.”

Sometimes I find myself resisting a possible knit just because so many other people are knitting it. It’s like a reflex.

I always was a quiet rebel.

More like nerdy rebel.

It’s just that this song has been stuck in my head since I started the Timber Cardigan.

Ben Affleck doesn’t want to be Batman anymore. Why? Because he’s ready to admit that it was the worst casting choice ever?

There is no diversity of thought here.

Which frozen lunch shall we consume today?

more sigh.


Somebody is always going to be marginalized.

This post is depressing the hell out of me. Let’s take a break.

I can’t buy tickets today anyway.

And let’s be honest. It’s not like I’ll even actually go. I never go.

Oh! You can get that photo on a variety of items in my Society 6 shop. If you were interested.

That and many other photos.

That actor’s name is Clayne?? I never knew his name. I just knew there was something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I don’t like him at all.

Oh right. I have a Neil Gaiman meeting today.

I keep forgetting it’s Wednesday.

Well. It is random.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be less depresso.

Maybe I’m becoming agoraphobic. But only if the outside involves other people.

Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem? Would it be a problem?

My hip hurts.

OK that is not working.

Hello Thursday.

I suspect I don’t feel much better today than I did yesterday. But I’m going to pretend that isn’t the case.

Well I’ve never really been a proponent of gen eds, to be perfectly honest.

This Diet Dr. Pepper tastes weird. That makes me sad.

Wait. This is a second Diet Dr. Pepper. From a completely different source. And it also tastes weird. This makes me sadder. Because evidently, it is me, and not my beverage.

Yay! I’m going!!! I can’t even remember the last concert I went to. Was it Chris Isaak? It might actually have been.

I don’t know how to give up carbs. My life would feel so empty.

still more sigh.

Still not a sock knitter.

Lunch just kind of snuck up on me.

And why isn’t it Friday, anyway??

Putting this off a day certainly has not added to the quality overmuch.

I’m going to have to get more Slim Jims.

Uh oh. No internet at home. Maybe I’ll just go ahead and post this before I leave then.

I am definitely taking fair week off this year. None of this back and forth business. I’ll need to use up some time anyway.

All the funny stuff. All of it.

lost in translation

I’m taking my birthday week off. Because I can.

I can’t wait for this weekend’s weather. I’m so tired of my winter wardrobe.

Tomorrow should be a nice quiet day.

I’m boring myself to death.

To. Death.

I wish I enjoyed running.

Oh good. A whole entire seminar on the wage gap. I’m betting they won’t mention how it’s been debunked.

Yeah, I’m not taking the world without a woman thing day off from my life.

lock the doors

ok. I know. I’m sort of sorry. Kind of.



further sigh.