Quarantine Diaries – Day 65

Whelp, the zombie sourdough didn’t kill me. Maybe I will do better in a zombie apocalypse than I originally thought. Yesterday was a shit show way to start a day, much less a week. It started off normal, which should have been a sign. I got up on time, I did my gratitude journal, stretched…

Quarantine Diaries – Day 57

As the days grow longer, my hope for any return to normalcy dwindles further. I sit here at my desk, staring at the lush greenery beyond my window and silently despair that the Earth, sweet beautiful Gaia, will move on without us – and, perhaps, it is better that way. Just kidding. While I know…

The Quarantine Diaries – Day 50

I think the combination of two straight days of cooking and a 10,000 step walk exhausted Monday Michelle so thoroughly she decided to take a nap and not show up today. There was one small flare-up, but besides that I was pretty damn chill, if not a little scatterbrained. I wasn’t able to focus through…

The Quarantine Diaries – Day 44

Monday Michelle this week was a little less Mad Max Fury Road and more “I got no fucks to give.” I had trouble concentrating and sticking with things this past week (as you may have noticed), especially on the weekend. Brazilian Helicopter Pilot had to keep reminding me about my Portuguese lessons. Because of his…

The Quarantine Diaries – Day 36

I have come to the conclusion that there is a Monday Michelle and she is a raging and totally unrepentant bitch. Today was another Monday marked by me mentally cursing out my yoga and meditation teachers….okay, fine, some of it was out loud, too. There is just something about Mondays that twists everything inside me…

The Quarantine Diaries – Day 29

I am happy to report that Brazilian Helicopter Pilot and I have survived another week in captivity together. This past week has officially been named “Cancel Week” in my head. As my therapist predicted, this past week was the slump. And I have to admit I was feeling it, too. Monday dawned bright and ragey….

Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic – Incompetence

Content Warning/Trigger Warning: poem contains domestic abuse and murder It’s time for some poetry! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen. Unfortunately, this one will not be fun or lighthearted so if you are not in the…

The Quarantine Diaries – Day 22

As the fourth week of quarantine begins, I would like to reflect on my accomplishments: I have not killed my boyfriend I have not killed my cat I have showered very nearly every day I have lost four pounds I convinced my boyfriend, an IT technician, that I needed to have his super sweet two…

Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic – Ice

It’s time for some poetry! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Ice You stare ahead looking bored Your face smooth Devoid of any emotion besides…

Baby Michelle Was Melodramatic

It’s Poetry Tuesday! We are going to go back through all my old notebooks and look at the god-awful poetry I wrote when I was an angsty teen and then you will get present day Michelle’s re-interpretation/headdesk horror-filled embarrassment. Hollow The earth has opened up Sucking me in deep Blackness surrounds My life is lost…

American Assassin

Her hood is pulled low over her face and a scarf covers everything from her top lip down. Her nose is shiny from the cold and too many tissues. Her shoulder-length brown hair has been gathered and pulled around to the right side of her neck so it can spill out in soft waves that…

Adventure Time: Empress Seraphina

In June 2018, about seven months ago, I adopted a cat from a young woman who had to move apartments and could not take her cat with her. Brazilian Helicopter Pilot (BHP) and I immediately fell in love with her and took her home. It was a rocky week trying to get her to adjust….