Siddity in the City

In just over 24 hours, I will be tripping with my Cakes. We’re getting right-the-fuck-out of the city for a few days. Trepidation/glee sandwich, side of adventure, please.
Right-the-fuck-out.
Yaaaaaaay!

I’ve always been pretty bad about taking pictures.
I feel ridiculous in them. (This post is so close to my truth that I did that snortle-sob thing you do when a dagger-stab of recognition takes you unawares on the train during rush hour.) I used to own a Pentax K-1000, the beginner’s tool back in the […]

For the record, I had the most fantastic birthday, brought to me by the letters B and F, who cleverly drew all of my local beloveds into a karaoke spectacular. I had a head cold which dampened my extremely limited talents further, natch, and a metric fuckton of fun.
Is this real life? I hope […]

For some people, therapy is an admission of weakness, an inability to manage your issues on your own. For others, it’s a lifeline when you can’t manage whatever tom fuckery life has painted you with. For me, it feels like personal, emotional homework.
I pretty much always need this homework. I’ve gotten to a stage now […]

I awoke last Saturday morning, looked over at my sleeping love, grinned stupidly, then fell asleep again with that choice “Elf” quote looping through my brain. Later that morning, awake again, I looked over, and he was still there. More stupid smiling on my part.
I’m a superstitious, nervous woman. I’d blog every detail […]