Only dental extractions. That’s it. I’ve got all my original parts still. No cybernetic, artificial, or otherwise not self-grown bits in me.

Nothing wrong with it, but I’m leery of surgery because I’m fat and afraid that medical professionals’ blatant fatphobia may kill me if they ever try to operate on me.

Look, I’ll be honest: I’m struggling to survive in this capitalist hellscape. I’m going to keep living as best I’m able and that’s about it right now.

I don’t know. Genuinely, so many of my memories are tinged with sorrow.

But I’d have to say, when I do enjoy food with positive memories, peanut butter mochi is among them.

I practice self care by taking my meds, sleeping, and crocheting.

I’m not quite sure how to answer this. I could say social media, but 98% of my friends live far away so that’s how I keep up with them.

I could say crocheting, I suppose. But I don’t think it’s a waste of time as it’s a relaxing, fun, and creative outlet for me. Same with playing video games or writing.

I guess the day job is the answer. I love what I do, but I’d rather be writing or crafting.

Hot cocoa, with the little dehydrated marshmallows on it instantly brings me back to my childhood.

Hmmm. First crush I can remember is Timothy Gibbons in first grade. If we’re talking celebrity crush type things, Alan Rickman as Col. Brandon in Sense and Sensibility and Angelina Jolie as the Tomb Raider.

Note: blog posts don’t post if you fall asleep before hitting publish. Just sayin’.