Coming home after a weekend night shift: eerie and beautiful (and only sometimes creepy).
Working class sushi: no sake, no wasabi, no pickled ginger, no chopsticks, but still delicious. Wuv.
Cover art for a zine.
This is where we spend most of our time.
Parts of a tiny zine from last night (“things that I feel”)
I’m going stir-crazy. My street falls on a bus route, so the road and sidewalk have actually been cleared on one side, but these snowstorms have cooped me up for so long that I’ve forgotten how to leave the house. Plus, so few people are around, and all of my shoes have holes. I haven’t even seen my crush working at Loblaws, and I sure as hell don’t go there for the charming atmosphere or reasonable prices.
I recently made a zine and right now am sewing binding on the first copies. It’s about overcoming winter depression. It’s also my first real zine, so I’m pretty pleased, even though it’s not perfect. Feel free to write me if you want a copy, or if you want to talk about mental health, or if you just want to say hello!
Dogs love when it snows because the whole world becomes soft and edible.
Come see my butt. My butt is the biggest butt.
