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….

Adventure Time: Gowanus

THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE MIGHTY RECEPTOR TO BE EQUIPPED WITH HER WEAPON!!! So, long, long ago, when Brazilian Helicopter Pilot* and I first started going steady, he took me to a Brooklyn archery range for a date. Since he already taken the class to qualify to shoot on his own, he had a…

Bonus: Michelle’s Love Affair with “fuck”

I went in and checked my tags. I have used fuck, or some version of fuck, in a tag 141 times. Enjoy. Actually don’t fuck politicians because they like that too much Also fuck periods And fuck you clothing manufacturers apparently I use fuck way too much in my tags awww fuck it big fucking…

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. Trigger warning AGAIN: discussion of suicide Guardian If I close my eyes this will all go…

Adventure Time NYC – Metal Concert

So I have always known that my music tastes were not extreme, but they were extreme for my family. It’s like the Dana Carvey sketch. I would listen to Metallica, Disturbed, Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, and select songs from other bands. My parents thought I was quite deviant with my music taste and I…

Words for Thought

Since I am not in NYC currently, riding the crazy subway, I figured I would give you a quote that has made me think: “What if for each of us the only wise man, the only wizard, the only good parent we will ever have is our own helpless, vulnerable self.” – pg 63, If You…

Adventure Time NYC: Escape the Room

So, things slow down at work during the summer and you get the chance to do fun things during lunch without the bloodhounds being turned on you if you are five minutes late getting back to your desk. This past Friday was one of those days, where I joined four other co-workers as we decided…

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. Trigger warning for teenage glorifying of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal please go here Flying…

Love and Doubt

Love and doubt. I listened to a podcast one day about doubt and religion. The guest and host spoke about how questioning and doubt used to be an important part of religion. Now days, questioning and doubt signal immediate loss of faith and is squashed unrelentingly. Braced over my lover, staring into his green eyes as…

Resting Inside Myself

What Would I Be if I Actually Rested in Me? I would be less anxious. I would breathe easier. My chest would be open as if my ribs had unhooked to free my lungs to accept as much of the world into them as they wanted. I would have less random aches and pains flaring…

Subway Musings

Who would you be if you weren’t angry? I responded that I didn’t know and as the days pass by that ideal individual appears elusive. I find that everything makes me rage internally and want to slam people’s heads into walls. Inconsiderate people on the train who never take their backpacks off so that it…

Adventure Time: Brand New Year and MoSex

Alright, so I sort of hinted that I am on a New Year = NEW ME sort of kick, like everyone else. The difference is I have been reading waaaaaaay too much depressing shit + self-help stuff. Let’s rewind back to the beginning of December (which you all know nothing about because I fell off the…