Ennie
@anyuse.bsky.social
Lawyer. I promise you don’t know me, unless it’s from the other place.
Ham, and missing my dad.
He died the Monday before thanksgiving in 2016.
People will always say how much they miss him, which is a big topic of conversation, and I appreciate that he is remembered, but personally I would rather burn down the world than stand peacefully and politely in grief.
He died the Monday before thanksgiving in 2016.
People will always say how much they miss him, which is a big topic of conversation, and I appreciate that he is remembered, but personally I would rather burn down the world than stand peacefully and politely in grief.
November 27, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Ham, and missing my dad.
He died the Monday before thanksgiving in 2016.
People will always say how much they miss him, which is a big topic of conversation, and I appreciate that he is remembered, but personally I would rather burn down the world than stand peacefully and politely in grief.
He died the Monday before thanksgiving in 2016.
People will always say how much they miss him, which is a big topic of conversation, and I appreciate that he is remembered, but personally I would rather burn down the world than stand peacefully and politely in grief.
I might like to write.
November 27, 2025 at 5:04 AM
I might like to write.
Who isn’t my Bluesky crush.
November 27, 2025 at 5:03 AM
Who isn’t my Bluesky crush.
Not to blow minds, but:
Ennie = Any.
Ennie = Any.
November 27, 2025 at 4:26 AM
Not to blow minds, but:
Ennie = Any.
Ennie = Any.
What if I catch it and toast it instead?
November 27, 2025 at 3:59 AM
What if I catch it and toast it instead?
Not sure how to answer this, because I don’t know what that would look like. It feels like a puzzle. What is there to be without doing?
When my husband told me, he thought he’d fallen in love with me, I said it was impossible. I hadn’t cooked for him yet.
When my husband told me, he thought he’d fallen in love with me, I said it was impossible. I hadn’t cooked for him yet.
November 27, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Not sure how to answer this, because I don’t know what that would look like. It feels like a puzzle. What is there to be without doing?
When my husband told me, he thought he’d fallen in love with me, I said it was impossible. I hadn’t cooked for him yet.
When my husband told me, he thought he’d fallen in love with me, I said it was impossible. I hadn’t cooked for him yet.
Absolutely. And we can go explore the haunted cellar-holes of the abandoned settlement in the center of town. But maybe let’s do it in summer when we can pick blackberries, at the same time.
November 27, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Absolutely. And we can go explore the haunted cellar-holes of the abandoned settlement in the center of town. But maybe let’s do it in summer when we can pick blackberries, at the same time.
This must be true.
I have never written one. Wouldn’t know where to start.
And the effort of inventing people, just to confetti their lives and say goodbye in a few pages…
I have never written one. Wouldn’t know where to start.
And the effort of inventing people, just to confetti their lives and say goodbye in a few pages…
November 23, 2025 at 6:44 PM
This must be true.
I have never written one. Wouldn’t know where to start.
And the effort of inventing people, just to confetti their lives and say goodbye in a few pages…
I have never written one. Wouldn’t know where to start.
And the effort of inventing people, just to confetti their lives and say goodbye in a few pages…
From one end of the commonwealth, to the other. Not a bad view.
November 23, 2025 at 6:12 PM
From one end of the commonwealth, to the other. Not a bad view.
Very helpful, thank you.
November 23, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Very helpful, thank you.
This is called* a “Fitchburg sunrise.”
*I am lying.
*I am lying.
November 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM
This is called* a “Fitchburg sunrise.”
*I am lying.
*I am lying.
Cool. I love being broken down with 9000 pounds of trial stuff in my car.
November 22, 2025 at 3:00 PM
Cool. I love being broken down with 9000 pounds of trial stuff in my car.
Actual background noise in my hotel room, that started exactly as I sat down to draft:
November 20, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Actual background noise in my hotel room, that started exactly as I sat down to draft:
The lump under the covers is me!
November 20, 2025 at 2:51 AM
The lump under the covers is me!
It fucks you up.
I am not even pretty, and I wasn’t immune.
The smart, sophisticated friend, the insider, who entreats you to depend on him, before, suddenly, revealing what such things cost.
Usually voiced first as a confession, which becomes a shared secret, then a demand.
I am not even pretty, and I wasn’t immune.
The smart, sophisticated friend, the insider, who entreats you to depend on him, before, suddenly, revealing what such things cost.
Usually voiced first as a confession, which becomes a shared secret, then a demand.
November 17, 2025 at 4:26 AM
It fucks you up.
I am not even pretty, and I wasn’t immune.
The smart, sophisticated friend, the insider, who entreats you to depend on him, before, suddenly, revealing what such things cost.
Usually voiced first as a confession, which becomes a shared secret, then a demand.
I am not even pretty, and I wasn’t immune.
The smart, sophisticated friend, the insider, who entreats you to depend on him, before, suddenly, revealing what such things cost.
Usually voiced first as a confession, which becomes a shared secret, then a demand.
Why hasn’t Jared Keeso, though.
November 17, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Why hasn’t Jared Keeso, though.
Pinball is springs and flippers and lights and a tangential relationship to some popular intellectual property.
November 16, 2025 at 10:42 PM
Pinball is springs and flippers and lights and a tangential relationship to some popular intellectual property.
Texts I send my husband:
November 15, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Texts I send my husband:
Two weeks in, my trial selfie tradition has devolved into a post-court, back in hotel comfies, selfie, to tell if it was a good day (flat hair) or bad day (glorious, curly, amazing hair full of body).
November 13, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Two weeks in, my trial selfie tradition has devolved into a post-court, back in hotel comfies, selfie, to tell if it was a good day (flat hair) or bad day (glorious, curly, amazing hair full of body).