I am either dating no man or ten men right now. 9 of them are confusing. I keep hearing "Women are so complex" in my imaginary ears but I honestly find myself to be simple and they complex (the hetero-cis gendered ones. This is my personal blog. Don't ask me to make it gender inclusive).… Continue reading The Romantic Life
This is me and my cat. He ruins my curtains and I let him out on the balcony even after he tries to climb the railing. I am hoping I do not become absentminded one day and leave him out for three seconds only to find him a splattered mess sixteen stories below. But you can… Continue reading Me and my Cat
I was staying in Brooklyn in my trip I took to New York in the beginning of May '17. I don't really know what happened here. I was having a great time. I stayed with a friend, went out with some lawyer who found me arguing with the midnight shop clerk, and had a lot… Continue reading Me in a Brooklyn Vegan Café Owned by Black People
Every time I tell somebody just a snippet of my life story of being abused as a child they always give me the sympathy, "Oh I'm sorry" cards. I think I get their intentions, but honestly... to me it's really annoying! Why do I have to be reminded that there was something to be sympathetic… Continue reading 5 Good Things About Being Abused as a Child!
10:21am Milennial awakens. Milennial does not know concept of privacy or morning routines. Let's post this thought on Facebook. 11:03am Still on Facebook. Posts selfie. I am so pretty. Caption reads: "Here is me next to a bird man stabbing a helpless creature, at MIT." I am so pretty. 11:31am Goes down to get tea.… Continue reading I’m fucking addicted to Facebook. Ode to the Facebook
At the beginning of college I majored in Psychology. Actually no, at the beginning of college I actually did major in Physics. I went to a rural college in Northeast Missouri (Truman), and even got accepted into the STEM program with a group of ten or so select women from the entire region's set of… Continue reading On Becoming a Feminine Physicist/Thinker
Ah hum. The pretty face, the pretty face. I suppose I use it for its reason. I am a big fan of juxtapose. My insides, they are not so pretty. But I like to perfect the outer shell as I am. To trick people! Catch them in their act. Assuming me to be as pristine… Continue reading The Pretty Face
Where I reflect on all the hypocrisy in the world. My philosophy on it here.
The title of this post turned into a piece now published at Eclectica Magazine, the world's oldest online magazine. If they accepted pictures, these would be in there.
I have not done any formal reading on the philosophy of crying. So I do not know if such a topic even exists. Crying is controversial. It is taboo. We turn away at others who cry in public. We hide the tears in public if they are our own. It is an intimate event, or… Continue reading Philosophy of Crying