Off the cuff, I’d say October, no matter how bittersweet it is.

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.

As someone terminally online, I’d have to say that social media sites, Google, and the Kindle in-browser reader are my favorite sites.

What it means to be a kid at heart is to find joy, wonder, and creativity in the most casual and mundane of places.

I’ve considered becoming a welder, a teacher of art, an art therapist, or an office manager.

Oh, this one enters the realm of the ridiculous. Three jobs I’d consider pursing of money didn’t matter? Easy-peasy:

1. I’d head a New Age leaning but all faiths accepted community center
2. I’d run a witchy themed café/bakery that runs the midnight hours, 6pm to 6am., with locally sourced ingredients, a courtyard with edible elements like fruit trees and blueberry bushes, and very seasonal menus.
3. Librarian. If I could afford the degrees to get there.

The soundtrack from Baz’s Gatsby!!!

Skipped dinner because I’m not hungry, crocheted a bit, listening half-heartedly to the presidential debate and finding myself wrestling with the terrible reality that he might win again because he is a hate mongering shit heel.

I don’t idolize professional athletes.

If I had to give up a word I use regularly, it would probably be my grandma’s favorite curse word: fuck.

I say it a lot.