Yesterday, I talked about my brother. It was the hardest session yet.

Let me tell you about my child molesting father. Cake. Let me tell you about my abusive mother. Mostly easy cheesy. Nudge me toward admitting that my brother is a bit of a dick. That one was hard. Hard. Hard.

I've been wanting to let go of my parents since I was 13. Maybe before ( Read more... )

I mean really, can you even call it a game of D&D if there isn't tea and quiche?  

I was looking at my hair in the mirror today. I was grinning at the lines of grey coming in... right next to the streaks of green.

Of course this led to getting a Ned's Atomic Dustbin song stuck in my head.

Grey Cell Green

when your desire has been found,
you'll be running far away
you're telling me it's in the trees, in the trees
it's not, it's ( Read more... )