As I’m myopic as fuck, the most important thing to carry with me at all times is a pair of glasses.

Ya know, I don’t think I will. I don’t feel like trauma dumping all the shitty things that have happened to me over the years.

So. No. I’ll leave the alternate universes to fanfic.

I dropped $180 on my partner and I to go to this amazing place called Seoul Garden. It’s a Korean bbq place in town. We’ve only been there once, but now there’s another, much cheaper, Korean bbq in town.

But yes. It was worth every dime.

One habit that brings me joy is that I crochet when I am stretched thin to help me ground and center in a creative manner.

My parents were/are complicated people. I didn’t keep the bear young very young traditional, the multiple children by multiple partners, or succumb to drug addiction beyond repair traditions.

I do still drink a glass bottle of Coca Cola every Christmas, in honor of my late Daddy. That is one tradition I plan to keep.

Overworked, in pain, anxious, nauseous, a little dizzy from a headache by the end of the day?

Yeah, today was typical.

If I was going to describe myself to someone, personality-wise, I’d say cheerful, anxious, former imaginary friend, that is yarn addicted.

Maybe note that I change my hair color fairly often, have glasses, and am a Spoonie.

That’s an easy one! I’d go to London, England, with Reffie. Because lots of reasons.

Or Rhode Island.

Either way, it would be a blast!