it’s almost as if my body is like, “well, now you got sick time! use it!” i am. the couch is all mine.
From the legacy archive
From the legacy archive
it’s almost as if my body is like, “well, now you got sick time! use it!” i am. the couch is all mine.
You’ve found the legacy blog. It’s twenty-some years of writing, in roughly the state I left it. Spacer GIFs, old jokes, posts that did not age well; some of it is fine, some of it is a basement. I keep it online because the work was real, and because deleting old posts would feel like editing my own past.
If you’d rather see current writing, the writing page is the right door.