Coming Up On Empty
Feel free to skip it.
Feel free to skip it.
There's also boobies.
No, really, this time I mean it! I know I've said it before! But this time I really, really, really reallyreally mean it! I won't even install one for review! I mean... okay. Probably. Like Garfield (and the Jedi), I loathe dealing in absolutes. But it&
What are my weekend plans, babe?
There's a couple of artists I've mentioned already, so I'll indulge and elaborate: Yunyu's "Spiked Soul" was one of my very first purchases on Bandcamp. I really enjoyed the creepygothiness of Lenore's Song and the singer's
How are you feeling about the year? It's happening. It is The best way I can put this. And it keeps happening. Where do you see progress in yourself so far this year? Hard to say. But if I include The little, less grand things It becomes easier.
Have I misused that word? When I think of community, I think of people chipping in, where they can, to keep the main idea of a space going. It's rideshare and mutual aid and dropping off food. It's resolving conflicts in a constructive manner. Multiple. Plural.
Shockingly, not a reference to Final Fantasy 8.
Reflection on a Workshop
More like, I set the ball down somewhere to get back to it later.
what is this thing who are you
I iron out what I want to do this month!
communication
I whine again about how hard it is to make friends!
mourning
not posted on father's day
Journal (UnCat)
snooze
media
I just gush about The Expanse.
some sorta recap
Prepare to be disappointed, but not in the way you'd think.
video games
please someone pick up this damn game so i can scream at them about it
anime conventions
in which i finally put down DDFF and write about something else
online dating
ARE YOU BACK ON THOSE DATING APPS ALBI
poetry
too late i guess
poetry
Haikus, Tankas, ???, and I just learned about the Senryu.
napowrimo
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that similarly bridges (whether smoothly or not) the seeming divide between poetry and technological advances. For a cramped hand Or a forgotten pen-and-paper I write stanzas With only my thumbs. With a touch I share. With an overcritical eye I
napowrimo
Ten to Thirteen. This is also my first attempt at blackout poetry!
Raintree Ruckus
Was bitten by the Harriet the Spy writing journaling craze, hopped on the Internet, and never left.
https://raintreeruckus.com