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  • Daily Writing Prompt, in which I barely had to write a thing.

    You get one guess, folks.

  • There is simply…

    There is simply…

    …no place else on this gorgeous planet I’d rather live three blocks away from. And that is all I need to say about THAT. So in keeping with my current thing–we all need to have a current thing–about the inclusion of musical faves on this blog, here’s one for all of you, because it is…

  • Is there a name…

    Is there a name…

    …for that feeling you have when you are so homesick for a time, a place, when everything in general was pretty fucking great and you knew it and you took it all in and said to yourself “This is the best it’s ever gonna be” and you didn’t assume a thing and you sort of…

  • WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While

    WordPress Writing Prompt, Which I Haven’t Done For A While

    Finishing what I started. Reading stuff I wrote a while ago and discovering that it’s not bad at all. It’s a craft that doesn’t depend on one’s looks, age, physical health, or even mental health; some of the most cuckoo people I know are fairly decent writers, and some of the sanest people I know…

  • Poem [“Lana Turner has collapsed!”]

    Poem [“Lana Turner has collapsed!”]

    Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head hard so it was really snowing and raining and I was in such a hurry to meet you but the traffic was acting exactly like the sky…

  • Daily prompt (that I don’t tackle daily).

    Daily prompt (that I don’t tackle daily).

    As you can see by the header pic, I’m currently reading a book called “The Game of Life and How to Play It.” I heard about it several months ago–I can’t remember where or how–and, intrigued, I decided to place a hold on it at the Vancouver Public Library. Surprisingly, there were about 8 people…

  • Grudge.

    That’s a pretty pitiful prompt, WordPress bot. You could have at least said “If so, what about?” But to answer this, yes. I am holding a grudge…against myself. The fact that I decided to major in English is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my life. And to add insult to injury, I stayed…

  • Excitement!

    Excitement!

    Don’t mind if I do, WordPress bot… The last thing I got excited about was learning how to effectively block people online in every conceivable way, including on this blog of mine. The amount of stress and anger I used to experience has diminished massively. Oh, that, and the spicy agedashi tofu I made two…

  • “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    “A nest for birds, there ain’t no words, for the beauty and the splendour and the wonder of my–“

    …hair, which once again I’m going to have to lop off. I am the last chick to spend any time on a blog post (or any piece of writing at all) talking about her mop, but once again it’s aggravating me so much that I am tempted to grab my kitchen scissors and Gillette leg…

  • Was today typical?

    Was today typical?

    Sure. Now, please define “typical” for me. I’m not ever going to share intense details of my personal life, I’m not going to talk about my struggles, I’m not going to brag about my small victories, and I’m not going to give details about what I ate, thought, or did. This is a stoopid writing…