Your Favorite Sandwich: Becca, Lettuce + Tomato

Babes and bots,  Happy Almost Halloween! It's been spooky season for a while now. One of my housemates put caution tape all over our door and, because I live in public, everyone has been asking me what it's all about. Are you okay? Should you be in there? Is that a crime scene? My housemate was overjoyed to hear this feedback.  Last night my partner and I went to a reading and then a Halloween party. They were both groovy. We dressed as climbers, my first ever couples costume, and I successfully stayed under my 4-drink maximum, a rule I enacted after one very wild night of crawling in bird pants during a staff auction. My boss, and boss's boss, and boss's boss's boss were all there to witness this particular brand of drunk.  updates Next door the ramen restaurant staff are listening to Mos Def. My partner's neighbors were having loud sex at 5:42am this morning. My house is very hostile and painful. Tomorrow I'm driving to Pikes Peak with some friends. I made...

Babes and bots,  I've cracked it. Everything bagel french toast, batter with oat milk yogurt, egg, oat milk, cinnamon, ginger, and turmeric, soak that bad boy for a WHILE, french the toast, cover in butter/margarine & maple syrup, enjoy. You're welcome. I'm tempted to end this blog post right here.  One of my housemates got 712 More Things to Write About: Write in Me so now we have that lying around the house. I, a stressed rabbit, haven't written more than 1,000 words since joining this MFA program, said to myself, "sure, let's do it." I open the notebook/book/journal/successful marketing ploy to several random pages.  Describe the nighttime sounds in your childhood home. Too complicated. That will require writing.  What does dripping water from a faucet sound like? It sounds like dripping water, you fool. There's no way I'm describing that.  If you could pick a new nickname for yourself, what would it be?  Dumbass. I actually wrote this.   A...