Archive for February, 2018

Still writing

Tuesday, February 27th, 2018

I have been able to squeeze in some fic writing, amongst everything else going on. This one sort of started out a long time ago, but I’ve been pushing it aside for more relevant texts for this long. It still lives in my Lost Ideas folder, but time will tell if it moves to root. It promises to be something darker than my usual cups of tea (really? idk) because it deals with properly damaged people and I’m not getting into any of that here, it’s still only in a state of concept, but there’s something on the proverbial paper.

He opened the cupboard over the sink and grabbed a black mug that had a bit missing on the rim, setting it on the table and tossing in a bag of Tetley’s he took out of a tin that had a double decker bus on the lid. Whatever had possessed Michelle to buy one of those touristy boxes with shitty tea in it, was beyond him and when he’d asked her, she’d just laughed so hard he thought she’d burst and told him to suck it up. He sighed, stroking the lid on the box for a while and then pushed it back to its place. He still missed her something terrible, especially in the mornings. It all seemed so quiet without her banging her pots and pans just to piss him off and sometimes managing to put a decent breakfast on the table in the process. –Stop being a sentimental old biddy, he snorted to himself and opened the fridge door only to find that there was no milk. –Fucking fuck.


Tuesday, February 13th, 2018

Hi, hey, hello.
I’m just wooshing by here to tell you that I’m sort of otherwise engaged with blowing up every nook and cranny of my house to get some godforsaken order into this chaos I find myself living in. And no, haven’t moved or anything, but it’s been a long-ass time since I’ve had any interest in keeping my house in order and actually you know like bothering with anything?

So I’m taking the opportunity and going with the cleaning/decluttering I feel like doing, since -knowing my cleaning habits (haha what habits -you, shut it -me)- it might not last very long.

I have a lot of ideas for actually doing some … interioring and home-decoring and all that shite, so yea…

Also I may have a bit of a crush on Hermione Chantal. She’s my idol.


Thursday, February 1st, 2018

I used to do yoga, for about three years around 2010s. It was always in a school gym where the floors were freezing. I still loved it, it was once a week for 90 minutes. You started with a ten minute orientation and ended with ten minutes of relaxation, which, I must admit, led to me falling asleep a few times. But that was sort of the point, really. I even did a full weekend with the weirdest yoga instructor ever. It was some hardcore shit too, let me tell you, we’d stare at a candle flame for fifteen minutes, then blow out the candle and stare at the imaginary candle flame for another fifteen. I mean…

But it sort of lost its appeal to me, I couldn’t focus on it anymore and kept being distracted by my thoughts (perhaps it was a manic episode, who knows, those times are a bit blurry to me, for a variety of reasons) and so I quit. I tried a few poses at home, but it didn’t feel right and in the end I abandoned all yoga.

Until today. I’ve signed up for a new gym in town and they have a lot of classes, from Les Mills Combat (yAy!!) to yogalates (i’m sort of intrigued by this) to just plain yoga. Which I went to this evening. Sixty minutes of intense shit and I can tell you with the utmost gravity that tonight’s yoga was everything my body has been missing. I’m almost in tears because it feels so right, my body feels so refreshed and agile.

So yea. Yoga, good for me. 10/10 would recommend to me.