#Merlunfiltered - The Visual Mess
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One Boot One Sad Party No You | Call Me Unfiltered
One Boot One Sad Party No You is not about a party — it’s about grief, absence, and the strange rituals we create when someone doesn’t show up.
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OMAD Diet Gone Wrong: Coffee, Desserts & Toothache
What began as a lazy One Meal A Day experiment spiralled into an OMAD diet gone wrong — black coffee mornings, dessert-fuelled nights, and a toothache running the show. Minimalism? Please. Diabetes is already fixing her lipstick.
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Back to Base Zero (and Still Not a Coder)
Three days, one broken code, and a brain playing coder cosplay. I went from strategist to SEO intern, from Harvey Specter to hair like Einstein. Welcome to Base Zero — where burnout meets blogging.
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Migraine Burnout Is Real — And Self-Help Can Shove It
It’s the weekend. Apparently that means joy, brunch, and yoga for Instagram. For me? Migraine, sinus pressure, and unsolicited advice about ‘making the best of it.’ Spoiler: I didn’t. At this point, if life gives me lemons, I’m just going to lie down and let them hit me in the face. At least that might clear my sinuses.
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Losing Peace, Finding Sarcasm
Some rooms hold ambition. Mine just holds me, a laptop with a crooked leg, and rain that thinks it’s important.
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Raw Emotional Self-Reflection: Leastinterested, A Reader Who Wasn’t
Library runs were my performance art. Surrounded by readers of romance, thrillers, and law, I chose cartoons and snacks. While everyone grew up citing novels, I memorized funeral listings and shop names. This is for the ones who never read the books, but still wrote their own damn story.
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Dog Humor Hairy Tyrant: Her Majesty Reigns Supreme
They say dogs are loyal, loving companions. Mine is a four-legged monarch with boundary issues, a flair for dramatics, and a deeply personal vendetta against plain water. She doesn’t follow me — she supervises. Every room I enter, every snack I touch, every breath I dare to take near the fridge is met with royal scrutiny. This isn’t pet parenting. It’s emotional servitude wrapped in fur and attitude.
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Rx Roulette: Chronic Illness Prescription Errors That Keep on Giving
Four boxes of prescription drugs and three years of playing unpaid lab rat. I’ve mastered the art of being ill — they’ve perfected the fart of faulting at convenience. Every purge feels like an end-of-season sale, except nothing’s on discount and I’m the only one paying.
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Living with Emotional Freeloaders: Meet Zoe the Chaos Queen
Living with emotional freeloaders isn’t for the faint-hearted. Meet Zoe — snack thief, drama queen, and the fur-covered dictator of domestic chaos.
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Mornings Are a Joke I Keep Telling Myself
This morning, I almost made it out of bed. But then the walker squeaked, the cousin got triggered, the cook forgot onions, and the universe pressed snooze on my sanity. Mornings? They're a running joke. And I keep telling it—loudly, silently, sarcastically.
