The right tools

I pride myself in being a strong and independent woman. I do. And not in one of those fierce sjw over the top excruciatingly force-feminism-down-your-throat kind of ways. But in a show-rather-than-tell kind of way. And to me – being strong and independent often manifests itself in a very obvious way: my intense desire to

Not-so-smooth Operator

Oftentimes I find myself wondering at the apparent disconnect that exists between the operating speed of my brain, and that of my body. Mostly because it annoys the fuck out of me, pretty much every day in some way or another. One of the prime examples of my brain working faster than the rest of

Brainzzz ajumble.

My mind is a mess today. Sort of. My brain does that to me, every once in a while. Bastard. It goes full rogue rebellion on me and clamors for mutiny at the top of it’s non-existent voice. It’s a hard concept to describe, this type of mess that I mean, but I’ll make an