Recent content by Light Housework

I didn’t paint. I grumbled about the unwholesome feeling in my chest and laid down because it seems to alleviate it somewhat. I just rattle coughed. It’s closing in on me. The idea of painting while feeling this way gives me the willies. Painting’s all about enjoyment when it goes to my liking...

I don’t feel like cleaning the floor. I intend to paint in about 3 hours. My lung bothered me somewhat for most of the day. It’s hardly doing so now, though it doesn’t feel healthy either. I’m sick of reading true crime. I guess I will look for the 2004 concerts that “famous when dead” posted a...

Life is short, and I want Morrissey to understand my womanhood as it was 20 years ago, before I’m no more.

"I know I'm unlovable. You don't have to tell me. I don't have much in my life, but take it, it's yours. I don't have much on my mind, but take it, it's yours."

What do you have against my vaginal orgasm post Sam? Is it haram to you?

The Night Pop Dropped is in my head now for some reason I can’t explain.

My right lung is feeling plagued this morning, but all in all I’m in a positive mood, enjoyed writing morning pages, and look forward to painting and definitely cleaning my floor of dust bunnies and grime today, unless interrupted by Morrissey putting his arms around me. Though my lung feels...

And this is my painting table.

This is where you'd be painting if I could get you to paint with me. It's my guest table.

Enjoyed painting some of Morrissey In Grantley Hall

I think Morrissey peruses here, and I want him to know how I feel, so I wrote how I felt.

The way I feel right now, I don’t think I could be very good company to you Morrissey. The sensation in my chest is similar to anxiety, but it’s the mold infection deepening in my right lung, and it’s not conducive to feeling romantic. If you knocked on my door right now, I would gladly invite...

My right lung bothered me some today, but I had a pretty good walk, and then threw the ball for my neighbour's dog for a good while, giving Morrissey sticky notes to people who seemed open and unrushed.

I know what I just said makes no sense.

I do. I read lots of true crime.