Picked up books at the thrift store while out with my bestie. You can tell the direction my interests has been traveling. I'm currently reading Dying for an IPhone. It's really good. I want to write a review of it for my fashion zine - coming January 2026!

I want candy pink fangs.

I need to replace my windshield because someone decided to smash it. Thank goodness I'm crafty because it's my birthday month and I will make myself a Halloween outfit with what I already have. Maybe even a birthday outfit. Sew my sadness away.

I want to be a book worm like I was when I was younger. I devoured books. I push myself to read but it takes a lot of mental concentration to stay focused. A side effect of too much Tiktok? That's full of info too. Gimme all the knowledge. Fill up my brain with interesting facts. I need coffee.

I want what doesn't exist so I must create it myself. I'm hoping it will be ready to be consumed in January. Book review. Movie review. Fashion photoshoot. Art. All me. But it will be made.

The dress is yet to be finished and I have no excuse except for procrastination. I'll caffinate the hell out of myself and finish it tonight.

How did Sunday go? After three hours of waiting in line, I was told they were running out of time and equipment. The next vaccination drive is in November. I can go to the vet for shots but it cost hundreds.

I don't care if you're my friend. If you message me on Fartlife (not the actually name but you can figure it out) and your profile Pic is your disgusting man meat, I will block you. That's the last part of you I wish to see and you gave me no choice. Ew. Eeeeew.

Don't buy the fabric don't buy the fabric don't buy the fabric. You have enough! Stop it! But... But... So cute...

@natashanacre.bsky.social is a first-time DM tonight! Wheeee! #D&D #RPG #dungeonsanddragons

Getting my kitties vaccinated this weekend and hopefully getting information on how I can volunteer with animals again. I want to help the critters so bad.

Sew sew sew. At the rate I'm going, I should be finished with this dress by the end of the week. One outfit down for the zine shoot. It's progress.

You may notice a theme in what I picked up at the Small Press Expo..

I was telling a friend about the Small Press Expo and she interrupts - 'are you writing a book? I know you make zines.' I'm not not interested in writing and publishing.. Now it's a thought ruminating in my brain. I think so? At least bigger zines.

It's time to graduate from the minizine to a full-size pamphlet. The first four of the series, the unreleased fifth, and a few pages of exclusive art. Include a sticker that I already have hundreds of. Yeah. I love this idea. Also, really want to reread Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. #NoBuySeptember

I got a message today saying I inspired them to make art. Damn. My frozen heart thawed a little.

The problem - one of many - with mental illness is when you have a good idea, you have to second guess yourself. This is a great idea! Wait, is it? Or is it a waste of time? I want to write a zine celebrating cats and have all the profits go towards a rescue I can personally vouch for. Naaah....

Going to a dungeon is difficult for me. I love the atmosphere but my interests get misconstrued. My cat ears don't mean I'm into kittenplay - I just think they're cute. My stuffed animals don't mean I'm a little - I like my emotional support toys. Just a fact.

I had no idea how awesome Eventbrite is. I found a queer roller skating night, free movies, and other cool stuff in the DMV. Seriously, you should check it out. It's a social lifesaver for the starving artist.

I want to volunteer, help others, but I'm too busy trying to pay my bills. What about creating a nonprofit to support elderly cats? I don't know. I know I can help my community but I don't know how. Also, can't sleep so these thoughts are racing around my brain.

I want to make little trinkets to give to pretty women at the festival but I'm lost for ideas that don't involve me buying stuff. Gotta work with what I got. Little stuffed bats?

Using my thermal printing camera to snap pictures of my art in black and white. It's a peek into a different reality, one washed away of color. I like the textures and lines, shapes.

I'm sure doing an awful lot of painting for someone who needs to sew. That fabric can't become an amazing outfit without my interjection. Acrylic on packing paper.

The more time I spend with my friends, the more I'm disappointed by what comes out of their mouths. Yes, I'm schizophrenic. Oh, you didn't know? Why would you know? Suddenly opinions change when you realize I'm the one you're talking about.

Today's strain is a hypbrid called Cherry Gar See Ya. I'm already giving it high marks. I'm renewing my interest in writing a zine of my personal review of different marijuana strains. This is an especially good one to begin it with.

I woke up this morning to my phone on the checkout page of a website. The items were a dark blue Nintendo DSi XL and two PS4 racing games. I don't even have a PS4 and I don't much care for racing games. If I were to buy a Nintendo DSi XL, it would be pink. Unconscious brain is weird sometimes.

Another painting coming to an end. It needs something extra and then I'll call it done. Working on another painting but it's taking some time to get the details right.

Using weed to hide from oncoming depression. Survived the day, I get a little weed as a treat. Palak paneer for dinner, served in my brand new pink Hello Kitty ramen bowl.

Using a penis-shaped sponge that I received as a gag gift to paint. The process of creation is a rough one. The beginning looks like utter about, but I layer paint on top of paper and fabric, and it starts to look cool. Might submit to a few magazines.

Gonna start making art for at least an hour a day. Even if I'm uninspired, even if I'm unmotivated. I'm never going to be an artist if I don't create the fabulous images in my brain. Painting. Sewing. Making art to submit to publications.

A beautiful woman in pink and black approached me but I was too oblivious to realize she was flirting. She even gave me a trinket. Ugh, I'm such a bad queer! I am impressed by her confidence. I want to woo pretty girls!

This talk showed me I could take a deep breath and totally focus on my art. I'm an artist. I make stuff. Clothes, paintings, zines, whatever my crazy little brain comes up with. That's my purpose.

I have deep thoughts when high.

Rested. Hot sweet coffee. High. Going to enjoy these next few hours. Should I make art? What kind of art? Figure out my new camera? Work on the solarpunk storyboard? Start cutting out the patterns for cosplay outfits? I want to do them all. I think I'll write in my diary.

Someone brought wine to my sobriety party. I'm not upset, more disappointed that I'm not supported or respected. Do they bring Plan B to baby showers?

This is much more manageable in regards to me making a video game. Still want to do a visual novel but this shows a good place to start.

Cleaned a corner of my room. Peaceful collection of plants and warm candles. Maybe I'll meditate with the flora.

Pills and coffee on an empty stomach is not smart. You know what is smart though? Using the art supplies you have. Do I want more fabric? Yes. Do I have enough for the projects I have in mind? Yes. So put down the credit card and go use them. Love them. Abuse them. Make art!

And like that, I'm out of weed. Gonna mine that grinder like I'm an archeologist. Gimme those hidden buds, ground and tiny. Now, Saturday morning, I'll have to go to the dispensary and wait in line. But for now.. We bong!

Finished two paintings. Now I need to hang them somewhere before the cats fuck with them. Acrylic paint, rhinestones, black glitter, strips of painters tape. Not named but I might come up with something.

Delicious edibles are dangerous. Look how crafty I am! What is it? I have yet to figure it out. I'm gluing packing paper over the pages of my diary for a clean slate. It's very tactile, like, I enjoy touching the dried paper. It's an improvement.

I ordered a camera. This one does thermal printing for an almost instant black and white image. This makes it much less expensive than Polaroid film. Will it be pixelated and blurry? It will add to the authenticity. Crisp and clear is nice too. Basically, as long as it produces a picture, I'm happy.

A pirate girl and her cat.

I fell asleep. I had a dream. It was so detailed, a movie with twists and turns and an epic ending. I cried because as the day goes by, I'll lose the story. Perfection in imagination is too good for the world.

I've made a lot of errors but I'm fixing them. Moving credit card to something with lower interest. Figure out how to cut people from my life. Start doing yoga and caring for my health. I'm not dead, I'm not done, I can change.

Many years ago, I was on the bus. A little old lady sat across from me in this busy transit. I pulled out my crochet project and started with the yarn. She pulled out her knitting and began. We didn't say anything but we were happy having a buddy in art.

I've been waking up at 5 am for two weeks. Why? Dunno. Body is wide awake. I don't think I'm manic. Anyway, I'm going to go smoke weed and paint until I fall back asleep.

My graceful Danny boy. He's a dapper dude who I caught on camera at the right moment to make him look silly. Like any good parent.

Why can't I sleep more than a few hours at a time? It's really not that bothersome but shouldn't be happening. Maybe if i buy another camera, I'll sleep soundly. One way to find out.