Category Archives: Errata
Someway, Baby, It’s Part of Me, Apart From Me
This is the first morning I’ve been alone since June. It’s not a temporary alone-ness, it’s a permanent one – one that will only be disturbed if I make an effort to leave my apartment and seek out the company … Continue reading
Fuck This Place
There are distractions aplenty at work and online today. And tonight I’m having a party so I don’t have to be alone. I’m okay. Some moments are better than others. Love to you all.
A note to those who’ve been concerned…
Many of you may already know that shit’s going down in my life right now. So to all of you who’ve reached out with support and encouragement and love, I wanted to say this: Thank you. Thank you, thank you, … Continue reading
I wish you…
…Were here. …Could have been here. …Were still here. …The best. To all the friends new and newer, old and oldest, I wish you a Happy Halloween. (there will be a Con recap as soon as I resolidify in Chicago … Continue reading
Wash.
Busy lately. I’ve been wanting to get back into blogging regularly, but it’s been difficult seeing that I’ve changed my approach to it as I’ve gotten older. LiveJournal was dedicated mostly to griping and finding a writing voice that worked … Continue reading
A Manifesto and a Moment
I’ve seen this making the rounds the last few days, and thought it appropriate to share: (Originally from here) It took me years to stumble and wrench and claw my way into a life philosophy I believe in that brings … Continue reading
The ship is sinking
I am officially in love with whoever made this video.
Interview meme (now with 100% more ponies)
There is an interview thingy going around right now and because it’s Friday (and I’m still so enthralled because I forgot this morning and finding out was like finding out today was FUCKING CHRISTMAS), Imma do this thing. ::nods to … Continue reading
Mnemomancy
I have officially celebrated the last birthday of my 20’s. Like any birthday, it’s foisting reflection on me with the distinct feeling of otherness the day holds. Even normal Sunday activities are tainted by it. Everything feels like it should … Continue reading
