Could have smelled A LOT worse
DISCLAIMER: You’ll have to excuse me because I’m suffering at the moment from what can only be described MASSIVE TECHNOLOGY FAIL. This is my third
DISCLAIMER: You’ll have to excuse me because I’m suffering at the moment from what can only be described MASSIVE TECHNOLOGY FAIL. This is my third
As always, stories that end up with me demolishing the hell out of something start out with, “What happened was….” So. What happened was… I
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
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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