There was a time when I lived a different life. We were isolated from the world, living in our small space.Playing by the rules of this particular place and time. Where the smallest item, luxury, sample of information, each indulgence; became currency. Homesick, some of us just plain sick, we would retire to our bunks…
And as such, with each sip of wine and with each jam on the radio (read: Spotify) my mood changes. Perhaps the mood is changing to protect myself, as I bounce from tab to tab, writing simultaneously about suicide and servitude and pop music and now, well, I don’t know what the fuck this is….
This is my damned blog and I am the boss of me, and I will gd post whatever trash I feel moved to, so sorry old friends and relatives who came here from an outdated email subscription. You should probably leave now. Quick, before anyone notices. It’s Saturday night. Earlier I was watching X-Files (Season…
The Internet has proved to us that cats are dickheads. Cute sure; but mostly self indulgent narcissists. I admit, I am not a cat owner. I have however fallen into the trap laid by the orchid and this is my story. Why orchids are like cats or How to take care of your orchid…
