malloreigh

i'm updating my blog because the last one had scantily clad photos and i found it embarrassing to look at! what is with that, anyway? i'm usually pretty fuck-the-social-taboos but there are certain things that give me some amount of shame. well, i'm here, anyway, and i've been here for a long time. shame is something i'm fairly out of touch with, like a third cousin.

not that i know my extended family. that's a thing for bygone years. there's one batty great-aunt who keeps the family book, the tree and information on anything anyone's ever done. my father won a beautiful baby contest when he was a year old, in 1960. good for him. great achievements from my family.

i've been cooking a lot. hosting weekly brunches in a tiny cozy space. hanging out with the neighbourhood cats who've started sleeping in my house. spending time with my girlfriend who is maybe-temporarily moving to san francisco on march 1st. i'm excited to have the apartment to myself; less excited to pay $800/month in rent on my own. life goes on, and we struggle through it.