JayMick
@jaymick
She/her. Middle-aged Chicago storefront theatre multitasker with a corporate day job. Fond of sandwiches, dogs, and good writing. Frequently accompanied by an emotional support extrovert.
Am currently trying to export a project from Clipchamp, and the title card is fine but the actual video looks like this.
I am a Chicagoan and am therefore obligated to have (or pretend to have) a chip on my shoulder about New York. But not today.
Oddly enough, this is not the first tin of this specific brand of sardines I've encountered while cleaning out a former coworker's filing cabinet.
Happy Trans Day of Visibility from me and whoever put up this sticker at Clark & Van Buren.
I've wanted a pair of these for years and I finally decided to go for it. SO SHINY!
I made black pepper and cara cara orange marmalade. It got a little too thick. Hope it doesn't solidify in the fridge.
Chaotic neutral, office edition. (Use the scanner directly above, get poked in the ankles.)
Took me 20 years, but I finally bought tamales from a vendor outside the Aragon. Just the right amount of spice to get the endorphins going.
Jeanette decided that ten flowers wasn't enough, so she's working on one more.
Fuck this fucking hostile-architecture bench. Cruel and not even fit for limited purpose; I'm sliding off while simply trying to sit on it. Do better, CTA.
I believe this is the first time I've had bruises underneath/through my tattoo.
Behold the glory of my annual Tomato Dinner. Once a year I go to the farmers market and spend a borderline irresponsible amount of money on an excessive quantity of tomatoes and some fresh mozzarella. I serve them with salt, olive oil, good bread, and pepper on the side. That's Tomato Dinner.
Just a girl and her wrench hanging out at the park, trying to figure out how this bike seat should be adjusted. Related: does anyone know how to adjust the height of handlebars when you don't have the right size hex key?