Okay, okay, I'll party wichoo! Just stop blinding me with dense walls of text!

BETTER! (especially if you're all like "Hey Nonny Nonny, bitches!").

I've done that so many times, and usually it's about absurd shit that embarrasses people.

I'm the same. People who know me well know I'm a weepy, sentimental, mushy mess (and a total 'Shipper' who lets out involuntary squeaks whenever any couple has a 'magic shipper moment'), but lots of people have told me they find me intimidating as shit.

They have segments featuring her art critiques on one of the local PBS channels, and my mother finds her hilarious for reasons she can't even explain to me. It's really rare anything will make my mother out-and-out laugh hysterically, but Sister Wendy does.

I had to Google that. That technology frightens me. I still use spiral notebooks, loose-leaf paper, Post-Its, and index cards. Like a filthy, antiquated animal.

It's called "M.R. James: Ghost Writer", and it's the best doc I've ever seen on him and his work.

I don't know if it counts, but my friend and I have been addicted to logging into my YouTube app on my Roku, just to see what it chooses to put in the 'Recommended For You' section.

Haha! The moment someone is like "Um, I don't want to be, like, rude or anything, but the way you hopelessly idealize is, like, underwhelming, if you know what I mean….".

I love him! His stance is bad-ASS.

For a long time, I'd always commit to working on ONE novel/story at a time, and I'd just jot down other ideas in notebooks, to be dealt with later. I've been working on this story based around my experiences with my extended family, and the commune community one of my 'adoptive' aunts has in upstate NY. It was such…

*prostrates before PowerThirteen, rationally and reasonably, without any controversy*

I recently found out that our local health department changed some of its restrictions, so I actually have a chance to maybe start looking into my myriad of health issues (I've been ignoring things because we have no money to spare, but now I'm realizing I'm really fucking sick).

Fuck, now I want to create an app called 'AVC GO", where you can go around town catching Dikachus, Scrawlers, Alien Jesuses, Dirtbike Milksteakses, Qweef Latinas, and the ever elusive Tity Bois.

Shhhh, El Santo. Just go with it……..let it happen……

It gets to feeling impossible. I want to shake the shit out of people like "Monogamists! Stop acting like you're so fucking perfect and do everything 'right'! Polyamorists! Stop acting like you're so realistic and way more enlightened! WE CAN FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT IF WE JUST STOP ACTING LIKE DICKHEADS TO EACH OTHER!".

It just kind of adds to the cynicism that's already out there. One of my friends is a monogamist but he's so fucking paranoid about girls cheating on him. He fucked up more than one relationship because of those fears, and decided therapy would be good. You can never tell someone their partner definitely won't cheat,…

That's a hard one for me, because there are so many variables on it. I've totally met the cheating types who really don't have any integrity or self-control, and I think I'm being fair in my assessment with the ones I feel that way about (knowing their partner was faithful because they were breaking into their emails…

I guess maybe he doesn't shame for being a monogamist, as much as he seems to act like monogamists don't actually exist or something. Awhile back, I felt like he reacted to a letter-writer claiming to be a monogamist like that person was behaving holier-than-thou, when there was no real indication in the letter to get…

I instantly loved this woman, she is eerily similar to one of my cousins in Sarasota, like fucking almost identical. Whenever I talk about my 'Country Family', THAT'S who I'm talking about.