Got a text today asking if I could DJ for election events. Me. A person who has never DJ’d anything except maybe my own mental breakdowns. The universe is clearly bored and making up new lore for me. Cybersecurity degree incoming. DJ era… pending.

Got my first beta reader and apparently I’m out here writing page‑turners. My confidence inflated so fast I’m basically a parade balloon now.

I’m one semester away from graduating with my cybersecurity bachelor’s. I’m also one semester away from adopting another cat because that’s how I cope. Growth comes in many forms.

My day has me craving a hot bath, a margarita, a cigarette, chocolate cake, a massage, and possibly galloping into the sunset on horseback. This is what I have dubbed: The Erica Deluxe Spa Package

My son and I saw a reel about a rare coin worth like 2k, looked at each other, and IMMEDIATELY sprinted to our giant piggy bank. Now we’re fully obsessed with coins. This is what my camera roll looks like now. 😂

Me writing when the writing requires zero cats:

My writing brain: elegant sentences, emotional nuance. My texting brain: “Kids are doin good. You aint hear yet?” These two women have never met.

My kid hates the fan in my room so much he dropped to the floor and army crawled under the breeze. The motivation. The technique. The drama.

I learned that the night sky is only dark because the starlight hasn’t reached us yet. And it made me think about hope… how sometimes the brightest parts of life aren’t here yet. Maybe the good things aren’t missing. Maybe they’re just traveling toward me, slowly but surely.

I ate dessert before dinner and didn’t get a stomach ache. My parents were absolutely full of shit.

Does everyone have that one preteen who just… dances constantly? Mine moves through the house like a background NPC with a permanent dance animation.

My cat thinks he’s my therapist and the bathroom is his office. I sit down and he immediately climbs into my lap like, “So… tell me about your day.”

The cat tree says “max 12 lbs.” My boys said “we are 26 lbs of love and you will DEAL WITH IT.”

I got back from vacation and my cats are using me as a human cat tree. I am their prisoner.

My kitten knocked a Funko Pop off the shelf and inserted himself instead. This is the rare Mr. Bisky (Shelf Goblin Variant). Only one exists.

The squirrels ate every peach off my tree. I love nature, but I almost squared up with a squirrel in my yard. Can I… like challenge a squirrel to combat?

Kombucha Tea Girl Reacts: No!

ALT: Kombucha Tea Girl Reacts: No!

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Those dolls that shut their eyes when you lay them down were clearly designed by someone as tired as I am. If I go horizontal at any point tonight, I’m done.

Went to Montreal and immediately started taking pictures of squirrels like I’m filming a nature documentary. “Here we see the majestic Canadian Trash Squirrel in its natural habitat.” I need more hobbies.

My cat is currently just two feet sticking out from under the curtains. The Munchkins have confirmed: the witch is down for her nap.

Frankie was having a hard moment today, so he came straight to me. Three open‑heart surgeries and he still trusts me to wipe his tears and reset his whole world. I love him so much!

Took a break from my book and started rereading today so I can finish writing it. Why is it… good?? I mean, I’m biased and it might be trash, but I keep thinking, “Wait. I wrote this?!”

It took three years, but my peach tree finally decided to participate in life. I didn’t cry, but I ALMOST cried.

My son, watching Ratatouille: “If that was a pump‑action, those rats would be toast.” Me: 🤨 …I’m sorry, what (the fuck) kind of John Wick energy is this?

My cat watched me doom‑scroll with the same expression a therapist gives right before asking, “And how long have you been like this?”

I’m shocked the Super Bowl hasn’t hopped on the mystery‑bag trend for halftime shows. Imagine opening it and… surprise, it’s Weezer. Some the country would ascend. Some would be pissed!

I saw the peoples for two days in a row. Now I need two full weeks away from the peoples to recover. Though I’m not convinced that’s long enough.

I didn’t mean to open a debate. I called it soccer because that’s my culture. I wanted to share that I’m genuinely falling in love with this sport. No matter the name, the joy is the same. Please don’t call me out. Just be glad the game has a new fan instead of trying to isolate me. #FIFA #soccer

Erica Marks@ericamarks.bsky.social · 2mo ago

I know baseball, football, basketball, volleyball… and now I think I can say I know soccer. I’ve watched more soccer in the last few weeks than in my entire life. I get it now. The hype. The passion. The yelling. America, we are missing out.

Does anyone else have that ONE shirt in their closet that just pisses you off? I like it, I keep it, but every time I actually wear it, I remember it’s my sworn enemy.

I know baseball, football, basketball, volleyball… and now I think I can say I know soccer. I’ve watched more soccer in the last few weeks than in my entire life. I get it now. The hype. The passion. The yelling. America, we are missing out.

I went for a massive scholarship and made it to the final round, but didn’t get it. I was crushed for a bit. But I’m getting back up. Growth doesn’t only come from the wins…sometimes it comes from the “almost.”