I am a perfectionist. It’s a trait of my star sign. Yep, I’m also a horoscope girl. Of course you’re not surprised. I tell you constantly that I’m psychic. This is weird addressing you directly. Does it feel like I’m talking to you personally? I’m starting to have fun with writing, life is still a […]

Friday is my Grandmother’s birthday party. She is turning 85. It got postponed because my cousin died. She is not inconvenienced. She’s too regal. But you still don’t throw the ultimo and a birthday on the same day. The ultimo is the last day of the 9-day prayer vigil; it’s what western people would officially […]

Continuing along with the idea of communication and social media blackout I’m going to pen some thoughts on friendship. I feel really shit. My mother, the nurse, took my blood pressure. It’s low. I’m fine. But I think I’m basically too relaxed. Or I’ve been thrown to the opposite end of the heart beat spectrum. […]

Last night there was a power blackout and I was glad. Part of this mental health experiment was removing myself from this constructed view of other people’s lives. I don’t know why social media makes me anxious. It makes me anxious in the same way as my former benzo addiction. It’s something that I know […]

Here I am feeling like Carrie Bradshaw (and I mean in a pathetic way- how do I purposefully not ask rhetorical questions to my audience to avoid looking like I idealise the worst one out of all the sex and the city characters? If you’re a Carrie- you know you’re shit. It’s fine. I still […]

Guys guys, seriously! Yesterday I made jar pasta sauce from scratch (kinda). As in the jars of sauce you buy in a supermarket. I made that! Food in my family is a thing. We’re ethnic and ethnic food guilt is real- you cannot leave here hungry. I have never seen anyone walk into this house without […]

I need to be reliable- cause I know, dear readership that your morbid curiosity into my life is penultimate to your being. I have committed to doing this everyday maybe because it is the only thing that gives my life structure. Writing this blog is like sitting in a car, parking it under a train […]

Fuck. Everything feels really inescapable but I think that it’s the lack of sleep. So I don’t really care what you want to read about. This is more about what I want to write about. I think the first thing is how I’m second guessing my choices but I made them already so jump in […]