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Old music, vegan food, Downeast Maine, college, diabetes, literature, ethics based on sentimentality, and a bunny named Shenandoah.
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Edible weeds in my area (that I know of thus far): Garlic mustard, top; dandelions, middle (the flowers actually taste quite interesting…); and burdock, bottom. I never posted any pictures of the darling animals at Peace Ridge Sanctuary in Penobscot, Maine, did I? I read my insurance wrong. I had high ketones and bad stomach pains, so I went to the ER this morning. Everything ended up being alright. Members pay 0%, I thought it said. But what it really said is that members pay 0% after the $5,000 deductible. It ended up being an unnecessary visit, not even warranting an IV… I’m such a financial burden. And an idiot. And fallen, worthless Christian. And terrible evolutionary mistake. Seriously, I’d love if anyone was near to come see or meet me. We could get coffee, hike, (maybe) swim… If I can stand the cold water, that is.
This show freaked me out when I was younger, but I want to see it desperately now!
Very nice, very nice. To me just until I go to sleep, and I need a silent space where no one will enquire of me or think of me or be in need of me to stay until I am stronger. I, being selfish, want only what I feel I need and can handle… And I can’t even take this small school, where people are friendly and kind but always present. I just want to be noticed when I am happy enough to be.
This is Ian and I before going to see the Great Gatsby. You can’t see them, alas, but I made fringe for the bust and waist of the dress, so I (think I) looked a bit more… 1920s in reality. Ian just looks like he’s a field biologist (botanist) about to get married. He wouldn’t shave, you see. |