Sitting out on the porch this morning with my coffee, in that confusing and perilous half-hour before my eyes properly focus, I recalled a story. Well an anecdote, I suppose. And then it occurred to me that having an anecdote in my neglected journal was possibly an improvement over having nothing, so here we are.

( Who wants to hear a story about a chicken foot? )

I am shit at keeping a journal, because most of the time I'm pretending my life isn't happening. Or it's just way too much work to explain. And then a few times a year, it starts bothering me enough that I get to thinking, Oh god, just write anything. Prove you're not dead for Pete's sake.Hence a post about dresses. I never think about wearing ( Read more... )

The state of being a xxxHolic fan currently, the bane of springtime, hobbies, pics, music, and whatever else my fool head throws out.

( cut because you know imma go all long with this )

Some days I show up to work, all fired up to build a flux capacitor out of spare computer and video equipment parts ( Read more... )

Okay, so who knows things about installing water faucets on reverse-osmosis filter systems? No, seriously. I'll take any help I can get at this point ( Read more... )