I'm not entirely sure why, but one morning as I got dressed for work, I wondered if I could truly make it on a 100% vegan diet. Sure, I am a lover of steak, but I don't eat it enough for cutting it out of my diet. And naturally, from my ability to maintain a… Continue reading Greatest Veggies of All Time!!
I love the band HIM. I unapologetically love their weird ass, depressing ass, fatalistic love songs. I love the super dirty, grungy 80s metal slowmo guitar solos and the lithe piano riffs and the bass that sounds like sex and the baritone. HIM, to me, sounds like two young pale as shit goths sneaking off to have sex in a forgotten cemetery in the middle of nowhere. And you know what? I don't care. For all of their kinda creepy shit, HIM taught me how to love.
I came across a video of getting things finished, not perfect. You "perfect" and get better as you go, but you can never perfect if you never complete. I have completion issues. I have perfection issues. I need to figure this out. If I am going to design worlds and environments and a picturesque solution… Continue reading Finished, Not Perfect
I say that I don't hate people. Which is true. I can think of the most profound wrongs of my life and not actually hate that person. I sympathize with them. I understand why they did what they did. It's very annoying but whatever. Instead, I resent them. I "get over" whatever I perceive as… Continue reading Let’s talk about resentment
Ironically enough, this entire pro-black, black girls rock, #blackgirlmagic, naturally beautiful, body positivity, break down the gender norms and heteronormative standards and binaries blah blah blah gave made me like myself less. I'm not magical or outstanding or... anything. I've generally always been positive and accepting and I've always had broad definitions of beautiful that… Continue reading Who am I, again?
This is the last time I will complain about the GRE and the higher education system.
I first started writing when I was about 10. I had always been a book fanatic and growing feelings of low self-worth, loneliness, and the beginnings of the never-ending pangs of depression meant that I needed a hobby independent of other people. I would take pages of printer paper and write stories (dramatic fonts and hand-drawn… Continue reading Uneasy Steps Forward
Object permanence is a lie created by the government to make you complacent. I work near an airport. It is far enough away that the sound of planes cannot be heard indoors, but close enough that when I'm walking around outside, I can see them after takeoff. Like a five year old, every time a plane… Continue reading Object Permanence is a lie.