CindyLou_Cthulhu
CindyLou_Cthulhu
CindyLou_Cthulhu

Yeah, I think about this often. I mean—you do what you have to do, absolutely no judgment, but it seems to me that we will look back on this course of treatment as completely barbaric. Really? Removing body parts? That's the best we can do?

In this day in age, we still have not found a way to treat cancer without being so invasive to women. A mastectomy seems so extreme.

Like the cheap stuffed animal in the claw machine game I know I have little chance of winning, I sti kinda want to buy one and see what I get. And I have tiny fingers, so it's almost guaranteed that whatever ring I get won't a fit.

LOL....I see what you did there....this one is 117 East 69th Street in NYC : )

Oh God. I don't even want to imagine what lurks about in that water. The duck shit alone....gross.


I'll meet you in New Orleans Square and we shall be friends and neighbors, but not annoying neighbors. The place is big enough to give each other space, after all.

I grew up in Oakland and my aunt tells me that she thinks it will become more possible at some point since baby boomers will eventually start moving into retirement communities etc. Though the tech boom is fucking things up majorly. Basically, we're going to end up in fucking Richmond if we ever want to own homes.

"Friends" bolted after she shared the pictures? Who the fuck does that? The internet blows my mind yet again.

Amazing, isn't it, that boobs can be all over facebook and it's OK as long as the nipple is covered ... even if it is only by a tiny little star. Yet this can be considered offensive, even though the "offensive" part is gone. People fucking suck.

Oh, you meddling kids.

Ooooh, that's a good one!

The Sydney Dance Company have their studios in the finger wharves in Miller's Point, well as the Sydney Theatre Company. Other wharves have housing in them.

I like the Mexican hacienda style houses. I've always wanted a central courtyard that could be accessed from any part of the house. Something very much like Frida Kahlo's childhood home in the movie Frida.

I have just a few requirements of my dream home.

This farmhouse.

I live on a boat (a 38' Tollycraft tri-cabin built in the late 60's), and most of my house crushes are on other boats. Here's one I kayak past all the time and just covet to bits.

ETA= I have always loved the idea of a tiny cozy log cabin. Some gems from this book include:

Best. Book. Ever.

This is some sort of abandoned mill in these woods where we used to go blackberrying when I was a kid. Anyway it has sort of always been my dream to convert it and live there. There's an orchard and a stream and it would be just like living in an Enid Blyton novel.