What are your favorite types of foods?
My favorite kinds of food are those shared with friends. Stone soup, fresh bread, and laughter.
But my favorite type of food is definitely comfort food, in the form of TexMex or Italian American cuisine.
What are your favorite types of foods?
My favorite kinds of food are those shared with friends. Stone soup, fresh bread, and laughter.
But my favorite type of food is definitely comfort food, in the form of TexMex or Italian American cuisine.
How often do you walk or run?
I walk daily, a fair bit for work and as a coping mechanism for my own anxiety or autistic brain weasels. At least 2,500 steps a day, sometimes three times that.
Do you see yourself as a leader?
Of others? Fuckity fucking fuck no I am not a leader in my personal life. At work, sure. And maybe the parental pal of my friend group.
But not in the traditional sense, I think.
What’s your favorite word?
This is a hard one.
I think my favorite ridiculous word is kerfuffle.
My favorite swear word is fuck.
My favorite term of endearment is love.
But my absolute favorite? Not even an English word. Kvetch!
What are you doing this evening?
What an odd prompt.
The answer is imbibing more caffeine after work, doing a load of laundry, and maybe playing Baldur’s Gate 3 with my partner, Mellon.
Actually, this could be an accountability post. So let’s see what I get done by the time I go to bed:
[ ] Clean cat box
[ ] Wash linens
[ ] Feed Spock
[ ] Put away dishes from dishwasher
[ ] Pick up trash in bedroom
[ ] Put linens in dryer
[ ] Take out bathroom trash
[ ] Wash a load of laundry
[ ] Eat something
[ ] Put clothes in dryer
[ ] Put away clean clothes
[ ] Prep meds for the week
[ ] Make bed
[ ] Straighten desk
[ ] Put away clothes
[ ] Hang dresses
[ ] Video chat with Jae
[ ] Blog again
[ ] Duolingo
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
There are many things that can be boiled down into lack of empathy or compassion. If you don’t care about other people, can’t put yourself in someone’s place when they’re reaching out to you, there is something wrong with your ability to connect with your fellow humans.
Describe your ideal week.
My ideal week would be one spent not worry about my next paycheck, spending time with loved ones, and filled with good food.
Basically anything that gets me out of the soul-crushing wheel of capitalism.
How do you relax?
I have anxiety. Relaxing is difficult.
But crocheting, cuddling, reading, and crafting can be relaxing.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
If I had to give up one word that I use regularly, I’d happily surrender the word “sorry” from my vocabulary.
I am an adult that grew up in a very… troubled family.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
Nope.
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
That’s a tough one. I’ve gone to New Orleans back in 2009? But normally when I’m traveling somewhere far, it’s pretty much to relocate. From Chicago to Florida, Florida to Texas and then back to Florida, and another round of the Florida to Chicago hop ended me in Indiana this time around.
So I guess the farthest I’ve ever travelled from home was the 09 spring break trip. And that was… let me look it up… 773 miles, give or take.
What does your ideal home look like?
My ideal home is a small cottage made of local stone, with a chimney jutting out of a dark, shingled roof. A Dutch-style front door would be almost always open to the good weather, season permitting. It would be cherry red and always open for friends. The floors would be made of wood. Perfect for sock skating and for laying down upon a plush rug in front of the massive hearth around the fireplace. The fireplace would be wood burning and cooking-functional, in a perfect world.
A guest room would double as a craft room, with a closet of relatively organized crafting supplies. A guest bath would have a lovely shower and a toilet. Homemade blankets would bedeck every couch, chair, and bed.
Speaking of beds, the master bedroom would have its own en suite bathroom, with a tub big enough for me to enjoy a good bath. And the master bedroom would be my little nest of blankets, pillows, and comfort items.
It would be a home. Mine and mine alone, even if I share it with Mellon or another hypothetical potential future partner.
Bookshelves with books and dust catchers, cat hair needing to be swept up once a week, and a garden that I barely have to do anything to (maybe I have a gardener, maybe I have my own Samwise Gamgee to tend it!) have it grow well.
Home is what I want more than anything.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Family brings tears of joy, regardless of blood kin or chosen family.