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Rise like Lions after slumber / In unvanquishable number, / Shake your chains to earth like dew / Which in sleep had fallen on you -- / Ye are many -- they are few. Solidarity is never transactional.
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Etsy error in my favor: Bought something to continue the tradition of sneaking presents into bestie’s luggage/home and accidentally also purchased a “Fix your hearts or die” cross stitch pattern I forgot was in my cart, so I guess my next project’s figured out for whenever this monster’s done.

The stoner secret is using the ends to fill in weird gaps so you can justify what’s essentially a vessel for the best cream-cheese icing you’ve ever made.

NEW PYNCHON THIS OCTOBER, EVERYTHING SUCKS EXCEPT FOR DOGS AND THIS NEWS.

The tiny stabbings will continue until the emotional-support weed kicks in.

Look at this beautiful couch panther who indulged me in cuddles last night.

About a week into my first attempt at a full-canvas cross stitch project. My husband saw the pattern I’m working from and apologized for it.

DINK House Saturdays. (Hobbies I have collected in the past six months: 3)

My until-10-minutes-ago favorite gas station attendant just lectured me on how feminism is why I have to have a job instead of being a SAHM and now I need to find another place to feed my car on my lunch breaks godDAMNit.

It’s not a boycott. It’s a Roman abstention.

MY FIRST 4TH STREET IS UPON US

My inner monologue as a cross stitch piece in progress, but make it monosyllabic and ~*fancy*~ (Pattern by Subversive Cross Stitch)

Wait. Was everyone shouting GO BIRDS! to shoo them away? ‘Cause I was promised a superb owl and didn’t even see a mediocre one.

REGULATIONS. ARE. WRITTEN. IN. BLOOD.

Sharing my cross stitch WIPs but mostly seizing upon the opportunity to show off how wildly multi-talented the best-ever bestie is.

Sure hope my husband’s ready to watch The Cutting Edge with me for the millionth time tonight, which is how I’ve decided I’m dealing with the deluge of grief pouring from the skating community’s collective broken heart.

Everything is terrible but I finished my first sewing lessons last night and have finally acquired my own sewing machine, so obviously enrolling in a more different month-long round of sewing classes is the only correct next move.

The latest addition to my fleet of cross-stitched VW buses.

I signed up for a queer crafting night next month and now I need to find the most unhinged, obnoxiously bi cross stitch pattern to work on.

Just got a press release positively spinning a future of unfettered AI and how It’s Okay, Companies Will Self-Regulate to Ensure Responsible Innovation! and now I’m just thinking about how often regulations are written in blood and how rarely companies prioritize people over profit.

About to spend my lunch hour touching fabrics for my third and final sewing class assignment while daydreaming about the cross stitch projects that dominated this past wintry weekend.

Feeding the needlepoint/embroidery algorithms with how I spent the conscious part of today’s PTO day.

I just had a professional assessment tell me that replacing my late MIL’s circa-1969 sewing machine would cost as much as purchasing a new one, which is sentimentally a bummer but otherwise an invitation to treat myself.

I saw the best photos of my male dog destroyed by accidental peen, regal defiant naked—

One of the six other people in this office today finally got tired of the deafening silence and put on the station that’s been playing Christmas music since Thanksgiving, and I think it’s fitting that two days after the actual holiday is the most I’ve listened to seasonal staples all month.

He slow-wagged his nubbin the entire time I dried him off.

I have been drinking black coffee since I was in middle school (I blame Melitta, the household’s majority income revenue of my youth), and I’m only today just realizing that maaaaybe I’ve been making it too strong this whole time.

If you don’t live in Jersey and/or haven’t had your inbox ravaged by reports of alleged aerial abnormalities, I envy how little drone chatter is in your life right now.