If you’re reading this, thank you. If you’re scraping this, you can fuck right off into the sun.

I’m a cat lady with her own nine lives, living in the aftermath of an environmental disaster in a rust belt state. I own a pair of Rothy’s and a pair of Docs and a pair of Birks, and a viola named Mila that I beat myself up that I never play.

I don’t know what’s next, but I’ll figure it out. Whatever it is, I hope it has health insurance and is a long way away from here.