This pic is from 2024. I haven’t had a hospital stay for 2 years this summer.
Eureka, California, around 8 years old.
My platonic domestic partner and I have been looking at purchasable houses. Today we went to an open house that had this painting on the wall. I glanced at it and immediately said, “Mondrian.” But I couldn’t remember the open hou
I’ve figured out that my OCD has kept me from finishing projects because they’re not perfect. But, hey. Neither am I. Ergo, this is my Free Your Fade shawl. Finished.
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet.
You know how I know I’m old? I keep asking myself the following question: Do you know how I know I’m old?
I keep discovering that I’ve never made matching socks.
Yes. There are deer fucking on the top of my head.
Just another flower that is taller than me.
Head in the clouds.