the archives

Tag: personal

  • The Saga Continues: Katje is still persona non laundra.

    It’s the end of the month and yet again, I’m standing (well, sitting) here wondering what the hell just happened. I’ve spent maybe a week, tops, at my new place — I’ve spent so much time running around between Coquitlam, Nanaimo, and Powell River — not to mention Ogre’s house — that I really haven’t…

  • The Joys of a Summer Birthday

    When I turned 14, we tried to organize a party for me. My birthday is August 14th, and even though school started the last week of August in Hawaii, most people were still on vacation for my actual birthday. Regardless, we kept trying, but every date fell apart. Every time mom put off the ordering…

  • When did I become old?

    I’m sitting at home eating dinner at a quarter to 11pm (which actually seems a reasonable time to eat dinner during summer; the sun just set) and wanting to go to the bar. Instead I’m eating salad. Salad of mixed baby greens and spinach with some bell peppers, and some of my Four Thieves’ Vinegar…

  • Depression (trigger warning: suicide, self-harm, ableism)

    There’s something quite insidious about depression. It prevents me from doing anything I want to quite often. In fact, it is only by forcing myself quite strenuously that I am writing this at all, and the fact that I misspelled strenuously and had to use the spell-check in Firefox to fix it made me almost…

  • Upon the Leaving of the Boyfriend: it is sad times

    (at the bus stop) Me: I don’t want you to go. It is sad times when you go. Him: You’ll be busy! Doing stuff. Won’t even notice I’m gone. Me: NO. I WILL DO NOTHING BUT WATCH FUTURAMA AND DRINK WHISKEY. Him: …instead of watching Futurama and drinking vodka? Me: Totally different. Whiskey is sad…