She/her. Middle-aged Chicago storefront theatre multitasker with a corporate day job. Fond of sandwiches, dogs, and good writing. Frequently accompanied by an emotional support extrovert.
Fuck this fucking hostile-architecture bench. Cruel and not even fit for limited purpose; I'm sliding off while simply trying to sit on it. Do better, CTA.
September 16, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Fuck this fucking hostile-architecture bench. Cruel and not even fit for limited purpose; I'm sliding off while simply trying to sit on it. Do better, CTA.
Behold the glory of my annual Tomato Dinner. Once a year I go to the farmers market and spend a borderline irresponsible amount of money on an excessive quantity of tomatoes and some fresh mozzarella. I serve them with salt, olive oil, good bread, and pepper on the side. That's Tomato Dinner.
August 16, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Behold the glory of my annual Tomato Dinner. Once a year I go to the farmers market and spend a borderline irresponsible amount of money on an excessive quantity of tomatoes and some fresh mozzarella. I serve them with salt, olive oil, good bread, and pepper on the side. That's Tomato Dinner.