Category: Something Real

I’ve been told on multiple occasions by other programmers that “you don’t need math to program”. This is often said by people who actually learned math – or at the very least more math than I did. While I understand what they’re thinking (“the computer does the math for you”), they have a skillset that…

Second pap smear ever today. New doctor is really nice and good at listening, was ready to stop at any time and actually knew what she was doing and had the tiny speculum. No crying or death levels of pain, and we got a good sample, so yay. No one judged me for my weight/gain,…

  Having tried is still worth something. Don’t let the lack of immediate success get you down. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Having done, having tried, having made…is valuable in itself. Don’t judge it harshly, you’re still growing and progress only comes with time and effort.  You are a magical creature of wonder and…

  Do the thing that brings you joy. Don’t let anyone tell you not to. You are allowed to do what makes you happy.

So I’m by myself this week, and I’ve been keeping busy. I went to ikea, and today I went downtown and had some coffee and drew and explored a bunch of little places around Pike’s Place. I talked to some people fundraising for Planned Parenthood and gave them my number because they’re hiring. So far…

Giant moons fill the autumn sky September goes out with crunchy leaves pumpkin spice and a chill in the air

The man on the bus had a puppet the creepy waxy kind it stood on a pedestal and bobbed it’s head with a kind of face that said “I want to see you dead”

Yes because Destiny. We’ve been working on this fucking raid ALL FUCKING WEEK, with one rest day, so yeah, 4 pomes. Here you go. 1 hums of electricity running blue light of an LED screen comforting non-silence mistaken for quiet all of a sudden it’s gone true silence is eerie unsafe no steady whirrs to…

I just needed to tie my shoes tie them before they found me with my bag packed and a handful of money in my wallet hopefully enough to get me out of town or at least a sleeping bag a note expressing love it was all a lie I just need to get out get…

The fortune in the cookie is: “in dreams and reality, nothing is impossible” I don’t think of six impossible things before breakfast. But if I did, waking up for breakfast would be one them. I run on moonlight, in the lunar energy and quiet shadows. The air is soft and mysterious. Invisible leaves crunch satisfyingly when…