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.

As someone who doesn’t feel at home anywhere, I don’t know how to answer this.