g r e e t i n g s


I'm awful at talking about myself. What is there to know?

My name is Alyce. I'm an adult human woman living in a house with a dog and husband. I'm coming to terms that I'm metamorphosizing into a woefully average grown up.

I spend my days making videos, writing to pen pals, de-trashing the neighborhood, cooking elaborate meals, and fiddling with art projects. For fun I like to play ukelele and juggle, but not at the same time of course.

I contemplate a lot about the meaning of life and feel most comforted when I think there is no purpose. It is possible that I'm here just to be strange, eat fruit, and vibe until I die. I like thinking that I don't have to do important things in my life to make my time here worthwhile.

Is being average enough? I ruminate on it often.

TLDR; I am sad and anxious like everyone else.