Eden

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www.cosmicneed.com My inner child is an anxiety gremlin.

I don't rank my favorites because they're all my favorites for different reasons. So they just all exist in a big pile in my mind. But yeah, Madonna's album Like a Prayer is a masterpiece. Nine-year-old me liked it. Forty-six-old me is like "that girl had taste."

I may have said this before but while I don't think I'd make having an ice maker any sort of future requirement, I love having one. Like it's just one less thing to think about.

Story time: I went to college in a pretty small town that, at the time, basically had a Wal-Mart and a 3-screen movie theater (it had some other things but let's just go with it). It was the spring of 1999 when this story takes place.

I don't really have a fancy home theater setup (soundbar? What's that?) but my TV is a good size. Still, sometimes I get screeners and for whatever reason, trying to cast them is a choppy experience. So there is something very intimate in watching a movie on my chromebook in tent mode.

I need to go to bed soon. I want to go to sleep with the hope that things might be better when I wake up. At the very least, I don't want them to be worse.

I do like watching all my favorite horror/horror-adjacent/spooky movies in October but it does make my brain weird. Like just a bit more on edge or something. It's hard to explain.

This is a terrible, tiny photo, but it's me age 10, in a Next Generation uniform costume. My mom made these for all of us (me, her & my brother). She was a big fan of the original Star Trek and definitely passed that legacy down to me.

A girl in white and colorful face makeup with colorful hair is in a Star Trek: The Next Generation costume.

My two favorite types of horror are "slow burn to 'that escalated quickly'" and "is this all in someone's head or is it supernatural? Or is it kind of both?"

I am reading Jane Schoenbrun's Public Access Afterworlds and I am loving it. If I could just take a day off, I would read this whole thing in a day. I'm already 100 pages in and I actually am forcing myself to slow down. So far, it's treading a lot of the same ground of their movies, but it's fun.

I went thrifting tonight and actually found some great things. Two things are likely actually vintage (and that just means "from the 1990s" now). One I thought was vintage but a quick search indicates it's newer (that's fine -- still cute). Another piece is just from Loft but also cute.

I added seven movies to my October vibes list this year -- six of which I'd never seen before -- so yeah, this next week I can just watch my favorites again. Young Frankenstein tonight because I deserve it. (I never not deserve Young Frankenstein.)

What's a small thing that makes you happy? For me, it's that I use the Fiestaware my grandma collected. I have some new pieces, too, but I just love that feeling of connection when I use a plate or bowl.

We're in that weird part of the year where it's not quite cold enough to turn on the heat but also too warm to turn off the A/C. My apartment stays pretty warm (only got down to 70 overnight) but soon I'll have to make the choice.

If you are going to be solo during the holiday season for whatever reason, it's OK to make traditions that are just for you. Maybe, ideally, you'd be with people you love, but that doesn't always work out. Celebrate on your own, on your terms.

One of my favorite movies of this year, The House Was Not Hungry Then, is now streaming on Shudder. It's not really a horror movie, to be clear.