I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls. One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home [ Read More ]
It is confirmed. Lucy is a hoarder. In her defense, she’s a generous hoarder, but she has an unusual obsession with things. Normally, possessiveness over objects is something I associate with dogs. Dogs are like toddlers: what’s yours is mine; what’s mine is mine; if I see it, it’s mine; if I touch it, it’s [ Read More ]
My girls live with me in a reasonably-sized one-bedroom apartment. The living-room has floor-to-ceiling sliding doors which would lead onto a balcony if I had one, but instead are screened and overlook the courtyard. Other than my boyfriend, we don’t get a lot of visitors. All of which is to say that they live in [ Read More ]

I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls. One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home [ Read More ]

It is confirmed. Lucy is a hoarder. In her defense, she’s a generous hoarder, but she has an unusual obsession with things. Normally, possessiveness over objects is something I associate with dogs. Dogs are like toddlers: what’s yours is mine; what’s mine is mine; if I see it, it’s mine; if I touch it, it’s [ Read More ]

My girls live with me in a reasonably-sized one-bedroom apartment. The living-room has floor-to-ceiling sliding doors which would lead onto a balcony if I had one, but instead are screened and overlook the courtyard. Other than my boyfriend, we don’t get a lot of visitors. All of which is to say that they live in [ Read More ]

I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls. One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home [ Read More ]

It is confirmed. Lucy is a hoarder. In her defense, she’s a generous hoarder, but she has an unusual obsession with things. Normally, possessiveness over objects is something I associate with dogs. Dogs are like toddlers: what’s yours is mine; what’s mine is mine; if I see it, it’s mine; if I touch it, it’s [ Read More ]

My girls live with me in a reasonably-sized one-bedroom apartment. The living-room has floor-to-ceiling sliding doors which would lead onto a balcony if I had one, but instead are screened and overlook the courtyard. Other than my boyfriend, we don’t get a lot of visitors. All of which is to say that they live in [ Read More ]

Quick background, in case you didn’t already know: Facebook is rolling out some updates, one of which will prevent you from seeing app spam from games you aren’t playing. That’s right, your wall will no longer be cluttered with notifications that Susie’s bloody Farmville azaleas are doing well. This is a positive development for the [ Read More ]

Sometimes, during the day, when I am frustrated or distracted, I think about how much more focused — and how much smarter! — I would be if I could only have …five? …six? hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. I love sleep so much. It is my holy grail. When I feel myself waking up [ Read More ]

‘Cause I’m bored (I mean, not that Pawn Stars isn’t fascinating, but I’ve had my attention eroded by the interwebs to the point where I can’t watch TV without being on the computer unless I have someone watching it with me1 ), I’m reading up on what the wackier aspects of my astrological chart mean [ Read More ]
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