Would creating chaos on the Twitter TL in Romancelandia be considered "planning recreational activities"? Asking for a desperate job applicant.

I'm obsessed.* *the blur near the skull is the horse. **link to pattern: youtu.be/BizO9nVUaXE?...

In other news... I spent an hour searching for my Sims Realm of Magic expansion pack. No saves can be found between 5 accounts and three devices. I guess I'll never play the game again. Oh, well. Time for the nightly craft. Almost bedtime.

I shit you not. Two young men knocked at my door. Since I am used to my mama knocking, I answered. They were looking for Diane. SURRREEEEE. They tried to slip in, we'll we're spreading the good word. Then my two brain cells touched. I grinned. "No thanks, but have a good rapture tomorrow."

Anyway, I am in bed with tissue stuffed up my nose bc it was starting to chafe. Lawd. Be a jar of vaseline and a bottle of meds.

For those getting raptured tomorrow, you can send me your unneeded money. I promise I will do something great with it. ko-fi.com/melissab

The kind of week I am having? I have been looking at my feet in different angles...

I'll be re-releasing Deep Throat soon on my ko-fi. (Mostly bc I don't think the title will pass any site now.) It was initially released in 2016, in a bundle about resisting certain forces. I thought the story was too In The Time. No longer relevant. lolsob

The reason why AI loves emdashes is that they stole from every writer ever to create its database. And we love us some gotdamn emdashes. It's also why it doesn't know where to actually put a comma.

Things are going well until they aren't. I want off this ride.

I woke up from sleep, cold as hell. If only I had a stockpile of cardigans to keep me warm.

My mother and daughter are watching a show called Heat of the Night. After renaming it Hates Crimes, I have gone to hide in my room.

Check out my book on writing!

I went to the Serbian Festival. I didn't stay long bc it was hot, and I had already walked 1/4 a mile there. What follows are mini highlights.

Over the last week, I have been thinking of a Chinese saying I have seen often in gay romance novels: getting sold, yet you help count the money.

Realizing I did not mentally prepare to be extroverted. How long can I hide in the bathroom before she notices?

I forgot to wash a comforter for mom. Hopefully, she won't get cold tonight. But technically, it's her fault for not taking me to get tested for ADHD when I was younger.

My mother is coming for a visit today. I had a week to clean my house. Mainly, my bedroom. Did I do it at leisure? No. No. Because who doesn't love the feel of a panicked rush?

After 7 to 8 months of zero knitting, I decided to frog the raglan I was making last year and do a cabled sweater. Do I hate my life? Apparently. The sweater in question. I am using the odds and ends (and some skeins) of yarns I had from leftover projects.

The saddest thing is that they would ban podcast mics before guns, even after this.

I don't think that science Green guy thought it through. He pissed off people who use sharp needles as the fun thing they do to relax.

Um

I have so much to do today, and I don't feel like doing any of it.

He was being sarcastic about gang gun violence?

In other news, there is a Serbian Festival happening Saturday. I have no idea what that involves, but I will find out and report back on Saturday.

I am just going to say this and leave it alone. It is very easy to become radicalized when you live in a world in which you feel the only options are extreme. I say this as someone who understands just how docile the masses can be if you give them XYZ. As Charlie Kirk would say:

:looks at current events: WEEEEELLLLLLL

What I find interesting is that crocheting and knitting scratches the itch of different parts of my brain. They are both fiber arts, crafting, but they are not the same.

Yesterday, a GYN told me I couldn't possibly be in menopause. I was too young. My last period lasted two days and was rust colored. It was in January. Before that, July. Mind you, my 1st period was at the age of 8.

Confession of a Romance Author: I always make a cup of rice bc I can't be arsed to do the math for half a cup. I lost the measuring cup that came with the cooker, so it's the Wild West of mathematics... And I refuse to do it. Life is hard enough.

I have been cackling at my son's response for a legit 30 mins

Based on anime rules, I am the cute, quirky character.* *my hair rebelled against the side bang

I am getting the itch to do a silk press. Mostly to trim my ends, but to also have a skill press. My hair has grown quite long. Summer is truly over.

TRIGGER WARNING: CSA, WEIGHT So, I have been doing inner and outer work. Without a therapist or any kind of expert. Bc 1. Therapy worked up to a point for me. My problem was not identifying the thing, making the connections--deep thoughts. Ask anyone who knows me personally, I am DEEP THOUGHTS.

Y'all should be very proud of me. I do not cross streams and flood my (writerly) TL with my current obsession. Mainly bc it would be triggering. And also annoying as hell. But I'll do a small break today. Brace.

So there is this challenge called 75 Hard (or soft) (and hehe), but one of the parts of the challenge is to read at least 10 pgs a day. Not chapters, pages. And like I am reminded there are ppl who just don't read. Blows my mind every time.

I could literally weep from relief. The reprieve.

Yesterday was day 2 of not taking my pay attention meds, and my posts show it. I made sure I took it this morning.

It is an 1hr and 30 mins before I go to bed. Time to do a smooth brain activity. It's starting to look like something. I regret the color choices for the skull, but it is too late to go back now. (And I am still yarn busting my single skeins and/or scraps.)

I went so far down the photo album hole I found myself as a 4-month fetus. Think it's time to wrap it up. Yes. My parents. And me, hidden behind the table.

For months I have been trying to talk myself out of chopping off my hair. The last time I did, I was convinced I was ugly, and it did nothing good for me. I fell down a photo album rabbit hole. Found this in 2008/9. Hindsight is 20/20. I was an absolute fox with short hair. :goes to find scissors:

For the last year I have been a prime candidate for What Not To Wear. Maybe tomorrow I'll dress like I like being alive, in this Biff TL.

People who only create crochet tapestry are the true gods of fabric art. My bedtime project is a skull, and almost every night, I am frogging at least 2 rows bc I messed up 3 rows back.

Currently there is a thunderstorm. Yet, it will still be 107 today. :eye twitch:

Rent paid. $1.83 left. I am ba(w)lling.

My sexual orientation is whatever he exudes.

I asked my son what veggies he likes, now that he's an adult... He said onions. Do you see why I was fighting for my life?

Whenever I eat tuna straight out the can, I feel an urge to knock shit off a table.

I am 40. You would think I must already know all the foods I like and dislike. For 23 of those years, I ate what my children ate. I raised picky eaters and couldn't really afford to experiment. Now I can. Soooo... Bananas Carrots Raspberries Hate them. Eugh. Rather starve.

I wish I knew this 20yrs ago, but I like vegetables pickled. Not roasted, steamed, or even fried. Give them to me as kimchi or in a jar of vinegar.