July 11, 2003 Throwback blog post.

The gingerbread structure is still under construction. I know what you’re thinking: will it ever be completed? IS THERE AN END TO THIS? WHAT IS IT? A GINGERBREAD VERSION OF LA SAGRADA FAMILIA?!

At this point, I’m not even sure myself. Also, I got an email from the organizers telling me that my drop-off slot is on the 19th at 10am, which is also when I have my dentist appointment.

I do not like the logistics of this.

At the moment, Enfoiré le chat has parked himself on my belly, under my right arm. I have no choice but to procrastinate by sharing yet another throwback post.

Ok, I do have choices, but this is what I’ve chosen to go with…

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January 9, 2006 Throwback blog post.

Today’s post is going to be as stale as the gingerbread structure that I’m still working on. Ed says he enjoys my vintage posts, and I value his opinion. Except when it comes to the Avid BB7 brake calipers, which are garbage. Silly Briton is silly.

Anyway, this throwback post was written during my original Victoria days, back when I was certifiably poor, and a trip to Starbucks was considered a splurge. My then-roommate, Danica, taught me to embrace kitsch. If you don’t have the funds for tasteful décor, go big and go ugly. We had velvet paintings, an Astroturf rug and matching Astroturf topped coffee table with halved doll heads glued to the sides, a clawfoot bathtub, and a sink decorated with a hula skirt, a gold elephant clock with light-up flowers, and so on.

When Danica moved out, I took over her bedroom, which was actually a den and therefore had no closet, I found myself needing a dresser for my unmentionables. Why’d I taken over this room, then? It was large, had a fireplace, and a private balcony which was illuminated by a red lightbulb. It was my own little red light district, overlooking a tree decorated with baby doll parts.

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January 26, 2005 Throwback blog post.

I’ve spent the last two days deodorizing the place with Christmastime smells. Today will be more of the same.

I’m going to recycle some old content today. I figure if I didn’t remember it well, that nobody who had read my blog fifteen years ago would. It made me laugh and also a little sad because Victoria is the friend who passed away two years ago due to complications from the same health issue mentioned in this throwback post.

Once upon a time, we tried making hooch in my bathtub and laughed and laughed.

…And then laughed some more.

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In the grand scheme of things… this isn’t so grand.

Yann talks to the cats in front of me. It’s cute because he’s inclusive: he signs simultaneously so that I’ll understand him, even though the cats don’t.

He asked Enfoiré the Perpetually Hungry:

“Do you know how much food you could get for $5?”

*dramatic pause*

“A small bag of treats! That’s it!”

A wide-eyed plump grey cat stares out into space. The backdrop is a red couch with a Twin Peaks themed pillow.
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Lemme talk to your kids about drugs.

The majority of Gen Zers have left behind a digital trail of their former selves, as many social media platforms have been around for more than 10 years. My blog posts from 2000 would have been long gone had I not been meticulous about preserving my e-history.

I have first-hand accounts of my late teenage years, written as they happened; however, I did not straight-up publicize most of my more intimate moments and thoughts.

I was bullied during the last year of school but never published my experiences, knowing that my bully was hate-reading my blog. I also did not discuss the mess that ensued after my breakup with my first boyfriend, knowing that he was reading it. (It used to be easy to determine who my readers were by matching up their IP, which I had grabbed from old emails, with what the web tracker would log.) Instead, I had to disguise my anger and hurt as metaphorical posts.

But, this post is actually going to be about mind-altering substances! I did not start tripping as a teen, as many people did. I was already openly weird and drugs and felt that their involvement was unnecessary. It irked me how drugs absolved my friends of the outrageous things they’d say and do while under the influence.

HOW IS THIS NOT CHEATING?

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