I'm going to get a cake. Maybe bake it myself so it will be colors. Cover in whipped cream and sprinkles. And candles. And then.. Sit on it.

I legitimately don't enjoy the holidays because all I can think of is family. 'You have a chosen family though!' No, I don't. I have friends, yes, but not a family. No brothers, no sister or parental figure. I'm gonna get high and game. That makes me happy.

Community is in an entirely different form than where it was twenty years ago. I stream and get to chat with screen names who pop into regularly. We check in on each other when sick, talk about loving in different countries. Parasocial relationships are real.

Holiday gifts in the form of weed and mushrooms. That said, I'm smoking up, drinking tea, and celebrating the shortest day of the year. Everything points to cleaning house and preparing for big changes. Eep!

Christmas cam-a-thon! Why not? That's what I want to do with my day. I'll even open Christmas presents on stream. Nothing crazy but at least a few hours. Stay high, play a game to completion.

I'm making so many cookies for events and friends. I'm trying to perfect a recipe. Each batch is better than the last.

The Steam holiday sale is upon us. I can write the game purchases off on my taxes because streaming is my job. But do I really need more games? The drive to consume is rising.

I'm playing on joystick.tv and having so much fun. Gaming but also entertaining and being social from the safety of my bedroom? I need groceries though..

If I wear the tail on stage as part of a gogo dancing outfit, I can write it off in taxes as a professional expense. Because a tail won't be part of my daily wardrobe. NOOOO. Also, fuck taxes. Fuck *all this*

Yes, I wear cat ears. Yes, I'm buying my first tail. Don't judge me! It's cute!

Sometimes a breakup is worth celebration not because I'm leaving a bad situation but because I'm moving into a better one. Not a bad guy, just not a good fit anymore.

Invest the money I make from gaming so I can make my own game? The circle of life..

The cosplay I want doesn't exist so.. Fuck. Con is next month. Is it time to freak out? Yes.

What? If I work at a relaxed pace, I get more done? That's a surprise to me. Bunch of zines coming soon! Weed Read, and tasty candy-colored minizines to satisfy the munchies.

I promised someone I would mail a copy of the zine I wrote about my reviews of different Marijuana strains. Which means I need to finish it. Weed Read! Also going to drop it off at my local dispensary with my resume.

Found an Itty bitty bud. Eating a bagel and feeling better. I can't control how the day goes but I can do my best to keep my mood up. No retail therapy though.

Folding my little zines feels like a waste of time when it doesn't help pay my bills. How can I enjoy creating art when I should be spending my time job hunting?

I would pay someone to fill out all these job applications. I like repeative tasks. Counting inventory at a dispensary would be perfect. More coffee.

I have a 3d printer. The power of plastic is in my control. I'm making tiny bats.

I'm going to start a small business. I have no idea what I'm doing. Selling publications on Etsy. Paperwork? Taxes? Eeeeee

Girls don't like boys - girls like cats and money.

I figure out the best costume a week before Halloween. Dammit! Oh well, next year. I will acquire a pirate hat that fits my big head.

I feel like I have wandered off and forgot that I left my body laying in bed. I'm not even being productive, just depressed and lazy. It's okay, me, I'll stay right here while you go off and cry. This happens every October. Whee. Only not, because I contain no enthusiasm.

Such a good video to remember that creativity has a place in this world. youtu.be/XYWcmWjpCEk?...

Exhausted all yesterday and slept for five hours. Now I'm wide awake. Got therapy today. Tonight I must sew. Must. Sew. Time is ticking.

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.