14,376 Days Alive
Dark days ahead. I’ve got to keep going, keep creating and writing and being kind even when the world is ugly.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Hope and Hell
Author: Theodora Vanyar
Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, witchy, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.
Of Polls and Politics
14,375 Days Alive
1 Voter’s Ballot Cast
I got called a bully today. By my own brother, actually. Because I firmly believe that abstinence from voting is as stupid as it is wrong.
Continue reading “Of Polls and Politics”Prompt Answer: Life in 3 Years
What will your life be like in three years?
Are you kidding me? Due to the political landscape, I barely know what Friday is going to look like. Never mind years from now.
Ugh.
Of Cajun Food and Costco
14,373 Days Alive
2.5 Cups of Beef Broth Used
1 Costco Run Done Today
So the migraine that was brewing wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I slept till eight, which was actually nine so that was cool. But then I took another dose of imatrex and laid back down.
Continue reading “Of Cajun Food and Costco”Prompt Answer: Favorite Websites
What are your favorite websites?
As someone terminally online, I’d have to say that social media sites, Google, and the Kindle in-browser reader are my favorite sites.
Migraine Brewing
Copping out on this entry because I literally felt ill in the shower and now lights hurt.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Au Ju and Apple Spice Cake
14,371 Days Alive
I’m hoping to bake this weekend. It’s not likely because of everything else going on, but at least we’re going to vote tomorrow morning.
Speaking of, my ass needs sleep so I can get up in the A.M. early enough to go vote.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Windy Nights and Wings
14,370 Days Alive
10 Hot Boneless Wings Eaten
2nd Anniversary of Being with Mac
1 Witchy New Year
Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and to those that don’t like today, happy almost Friday.
Continue reading “Of Windy Nights and Wings”Of Meat Sauce and Memories
14,369 Days Alive
It’s J and Charles’ ninth wedding anniversary , J’s *mumbles a number because you never tell a lady’s age* birthday, and Mac’s and my second anniversary of dating tomorrow.
I’m stuck on sad. My Papa B isn’t really talking to me. My bio donor is about as communicative as a Philly cheesesteak sandwich unless I reach out repeatedly. And I’m missing Daddy.
Im gonna go snuggle Mac and be sad.
Take your meds, folks.
Prompt Answer: Kid At Heart
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
What it means to be a kid at heart is to find joy, wonder, and creativity in the most casual and mundane of places.
Of Chili and Cheese
14,367 Days Alive
2 Ingredients Shy for Dinner
Not much to say tonight. Kinda depressed and frustrated.
Take your meds, folks.
Of Radiant Orchid and Root Beer Gelati
14,366 Days Alive
3 Hair Color Tubes Used
1 Sweet Surprise from Mac
I finally was able to color my hair!!
Continue reading “Of Radiant Orchid and Root Beer Gelati”Of Chocolate Cake and Cackling
14,365 Days Alive
292 Gold Pieces
12 Boneless Buffalo Wings Eaten
2 Scoops of Super Chocolate Cake and Vanilla Ice Cream
1 Negative Covid-19 Test
I got to go to Pathfinder this evening!! I’m so excited. I also got to snuggle Mac so I’m so damn happy. The touch deprivation was hell, even with a weighted blanket.
Continue reading “Of Chocolate Cake and Cackling”
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