confessions of a reformed tourist
I was really busy having this obscenely stabby stabby shouty shouty day. You know. The kind of day when you examine a stupid list and suddenly discover you’ve been unfollowed (don’t ask) by twelve (twelve!) of your favorite people in the universe. And then you curl up, fetal, in the shower, and bawl like baby [...]
Yesterday I had to block someone on Flickr. Flickr! This random dude – who, apparently, first discovered my photo stream when he Googled “Rasta dumptruck” – was commenting on nearly every photo I posted. Which wouldn’t have bugged me if the comments had had any real content, but they were all something to the effect [...]
My name is Maria, and I’m proud to be an attention whore. This is not a passive-aggressive post. One could certainly interpret what I’m about to say as a thinly-veiled response to a particular person or incident. It’s not. It’s me trying to put into words a chain of thoughts that’s been rattling around in [...]
Imagine someone hurts you. REALLY hurts you. Then for a while it’s all drama and ugly and crazy over-the-top how-could-you-do-this-to-me and you-don’t know-me and you-should-have-known-I-hate-red-onions-in-my-salad and I-wish-I-never-met-you and can’t-you-tell-the-truth-about-anyfuckingthing? and you-have-my-favorite-hairclip-you-asshole. And then mercifully that psychodrama stops, finally, because it’s just too awful and you can’t concentrate on work or even play and NO, dammit, [...]
