In this case, the word “love” is open to creative interpretation. Like “takes pleasure in my pain” or “hates my guts.” You know that for
This post is brought to you by 1.) insomnia, and 2.) twelve months of perspective. This is actually something that has been hanging around in
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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