I'm sitting here in my soon to be prior apartment, on my parents futon from 1998 (which is very nice and solid wood by the way), cat cuddled on my lap, a crocheted blanket my mom made me for Christmas between me and him, Single Drunk Female season 2, episode 1 on the TV in... Continue Reading →
A force that’s figuring things out.
I think I like writing these better little by little throughout the day. It allows me to include pointless little details that I forget by the time I'm ready to crawl into bed at night. We're only on day 4, however, so we'll see how this progresses. I think I want to at least make... Continue Reading →
Why I Don’t Believe in the Concept of Time Waste
Time cannot be wasted. You haven't brought yourself to do that thing, you haven't been what you'd consider productive, but maybe your body needed to rest. And it's entirely okay to not always be productive. You did or didn't do something for a while because of fear, because you liked the thing, because it felt... Continue Reading →