My widget is lying.…

I’m tired of the game and its ruleset. It feels like I’ve given everything to it and have gotten not quite what I bargained for in return.…

Bad habit of being irritated by other’s actions and trying to fix their actions to make myself happy.…

Poor Julius Caesar.…

So, I was going to play the Little Lost White Boy card and hope for the best, but I didn’t have to..…

Just two hot-mess tweakers using the public transportation system to make a visit to the ER.…

Ever since Fiona passed on a couple years ago, and the Huies gave up on me, I have been lacking in contact with a feline. A large part of my soul is aligned with cats.…

The golden shining higher being of this one is easily rendered foggy and out-of-focus these days when the last full night of sleep is a barely half-assed guesstimate for remembrance.…

the ethos and vibe I got from it was that the developer wants it to be used to tell personal stories through interactive “gameplay.” sounds right up my alley.…

So, I feel like my grasp of scripting and pipelines is decent enough to cobble together a functioning bash script using programs and sources at my disposal that should take care of what I want to do. Namely, a locally saved, single file .html…

My boyfriend at the time was like me, a tweaker conspiracy nut, and had a serious “privacy in the digital age” fascination bordering on obsession.…

my hard limits seem to not be as hard as they once were. and i cannot with any certainty say what is my rock bottom or a general boundary to myself at this current time.…

This is my story. There are many like it, but this one is mine.…