I decided to make a mix of dirt and diatomaceous earth to spoon on the houseplants rather than try and add the dusty stuff loose. I’m having a problem with fungal gnats; when you have as many houseplants as I do, that’s an issue. I’ve been using the sticky traps Doctor Google suggested, but... Continue Reading →
i see you.
(I have plans to write things relevant and recent. I have notes on my desk and thoughts in my head. I jotted something down in my journal the other day, aided by my decision to toss the diary I'd started but couldn't love. Happiness is a spiral binding, at least when it comes to me... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.
Trigger warning: it’s long. Also, it's possible I'm blunt. I was eleven once upon a time, though it’s far enough in the past to refer to as a lifetime ago. Eleven was an important year in my scheme of things. Much happened. I realized my fat legs were destroying any hope I had for a... Continue Reading →
I’m hilarious: what I like about my writing.
The bloganuary post prompts are interesting: they're designed, in part, to elicit a positive response. Take prompt eight, "what do you like most about your writing." It's phrased in the affirmative. You're supposed to give yourself props. My personal go-to of being negative and critical makes one seem small-minded and surly. I love Nickelback. (I... Continue Reading →