Hannah "Raisin" Thompson

Blog Post 9

Monday September 28 2026 9am

Hello, world. Something super awesome happened to me this morning at the cafe. An early bird customer ordered a large oat milk latte with an extra shot, la la la, whatever. It is just us. As I am making her triple shot venti tatte blah blah blah, she walks back to the register and says, “Excuse me, sorry can I ask you kind of a weird question?” I say yes of course. She says, “It is just cuz I don’t know you I wanted to ask if you think my makeup looks glammy, you know like glam?” I briefly pause, sizing up how she might want me to answer. She goes on to explain.

At some point over this rainy weekend, she was cleaning out her desk drawers. Inside, she came across some eye shadow that she had been gifted a long time ago, before the pandemic. A great reference point. I appreciated that.

Her first thought was to get rid of it. She does not have any use for it, she does not wear eye shadow.

But how to go about it? Makeup is not really something you can give away or donate. She thought people might generally find that unsanitary.

She was stuck with it. Realizing this, she popped it open only to find that it was rapidly aging! This eye shadow was on its very last leg and she, all alone, bares its weight.

Though it will be uncomfortable, she knows what she has to do. Oh reader, isn’t it obvious?

She not only has to wear the eye shadow on the daily for the first time in her life, she has to pack that shit on. Everything must go…and it must go fast.

Returning to the cafe, she said again, “Because I don’t know you, you can be honest. Is it glam?” Both because at this point it is clear that she does not want it to look glam and because it truthfully does not look too glam, I tell her “I think it looks great! I would never have thought twice about it. You look nice, but not full glam.” She said, “thank you. It would have been okay if you said I look full glam.” I said, “I know, but I do not think it looks like full glam. It looks pretty natural, honestly. You look nice.” She said, “thank you for talking about this. I do not usually wear eye shadow so I feel uncomfortable.” I said, “I am honored that you asked for my opinion and put your trust in me.”

There was not much left to say when another early bird walked in. So, we said see you later and moved forward, but I did not forget.

Reader, I was the lucky soul that got to look at her nervous truth right in the eyes(hadow) and tell her not to worry. And I could not have been more happy to do so.

Blog Post 8

Monday September 21 2026 4pm

Hello, reader. I am sorry you have not heard form me in a while. I have been meaning to write to you all week, but…shit…happens…I…guess. here are a few of my important updates since we last spoke.

I fell in love with my new work commute. I take the C to hoyt-shermerhorn where I get on the G. Then I have a bit of a walk to work. A few stops into my ride on the G, my peers and I go above ground for two stops. It may be the warmth of the sun or seeing everyone’s faces lit up or knowing that we are about to go back under, but something about it encourages me to feel all my feelings. At the same time, I have been listening to music that I used to not let myself listen to, stuff that makes me feel too much you know. Recently I have been drawn to just that and it makes me feel proud and strong.

My new commute physically wraps around my old commute, no touching. It is cool that I get to the same place going a whole different way, even though it is longer, even though it is a damn hassle, I think it is cool. I even approach the restaurant from the opposite direction. So should I sum this up? Fine, pull my tail. It is not the easiest commute, especially compared to my old one, but the silver linings have potential to be shiny enough to shine brighter than any ease of the past did, maybe. Maybe there is potential in the hard stuff. It’s a metaphor, ok? Whatever, it’s dumb. Honestly, not much feels so dumb to me these days. Even the most obvious things feel good to hear. Also the uncertain things and maybe even the fake things. I have a lot of space in my heart for those things right now. Nothing is too dumb to comfort me! So shoot your shot! I feel like I am a child learning about simple emotions. I think maybe I actually am a child learning about emotions. 24 isn’t too old, right? Here i am being corny again. God, fuck. I am an adult but a young one.

Another update is I found a therapist I love. She is located in the city on 5th avenue. Three words – OOH LA LA.

Last update is that I was class mvp at improv yesterday. I made friends with the exact two people I mentioned that I liked in my last blog post. Cheers all around! My teammates are starting to understand my humor a bit and it feels good. Multiple of the quips I made were brought up by my classmates later on. My friend Even Eric jokingly said to me after class, “congrats on mvp.” i said “stop it you.” We laughed. Then, I walked to the train with Ambivalent Ashley. She is a librarian and I love her. I was so honest with her about where my life is and she was just the freaking best. I want to have dinner and wine with her and her husband some day, some day. Because I went to the train with Ashley, I started acting really weird about where I was going because I was nervous and I can’t think of two things at once so I ended up getting off the train at 14th st Union Square. It was there that I ran into a robot in a pink bikini and a cowboy hat!

Blog Post 7

Monday September 14 2026 10am

Hello, world. There is much too much to say, and I do not wish to share most of it. One thing I will share is that this has been the longest summer ever. Will it ever end? I am tired of how good everyone looks. I want everyone to look bad again. Maybe I should go to Boston. My friend Özkan is in Boston and he says, “People are extremely ugly bro.” He is becoming a great friend of mine. So, maybe I would be happy to be around all the scrubs in Boston. Maybe, but the truth is that I cannot go to Boston and I do not want to. Boston is sensitive for me right now – that is one of those things I do not wish to share. I just want to share that what I want is for everyone to start to look a little worse again. Some of the people who you do not want to look like angels, look like angels.

Fell in love with my level 1 improv team yesterday. I want to be friends with Even Eric and Ambivalent Ashley the most.

Blog Post 6

Tuesday September 8 2026 8pm

After an emotionally tireless day of searching for a new immediate source for my meds, I secured some. Still waiting on that sweet relief though.

Why is my reaction always to cry, about everything? I am making my new roommate uncomfortable. Reader, any tips? My friend got bitten over 700 times while staying on Mississippi river shanty boat over the weekend – they haven’t cried about it. That I know of. I am extremely impressed. I am extremely weak.

Blog Post 5

Monday September 7 2026 2pm

I am out of my meds, dammit. This has been looming over my head for weeks. It is one of the last things on the checklist I made the other day. I will include an image of my checklist at the bottom of this post for you, reader.

I called the medicine office number on Thursday, got to talk to siri for a while about it. I asked siri to refill my meds one by one – lexapro and all my personal details then wellbutrin and all my personal details. On that second go around, I tried to say Bupropion instead of the brand name wellbutrin, and siri did not understand me. So i decided to stick to what I know and siri seemed happy with that. If saying Lexapro worked during our first conversation why oh why did I decide to flip the script for round two. Lesson learned. Anyway, siri said I would receive updates on my refills, but I have yet to hear about it. I am trying to log into this “patient portal” (texted my mom to get the link because, dammit, I am a momma’s boy). Of course, the patient portal is set up to my old college email that I have not been able to get into for years. And it’s LABOR DAY so the office is closed. All this is to say, I am raw-dogging today and probably tomorrow and maybe the next day. Reader, you might be hearing a lot more from me depending on how long this takes. Reader, I might lose my mind.

Blog Post 4

Sunday September 6 2026 1pm

What if I am bad at s.e.x.?

Im curious…and concerned, but maybe just curious.

Reader, could i be so bad at the doing the deed? Is it possible? Sometimes people think that being good at sex is the only thing us lesbians are good for, some people just call us “hands.” Last part is a joke.

I was smacked in the fugging face by this sentiment by a stupid friend of a friend a few years ago. The douche’s name is M*******, though I mostly call him other stuff. He said to me and a group that my girlfriend downgraded to me from her high school boyfriend who goes by a dumb nickname consisting of the first letter of his name and a number. This high school boyfriend is so fugging famous and important that his high school nickname followed him to college. Anyway, M******** said, “That guy? That guy is the best guy in the whole world. [looks over at me] Oh my god, your girlfriend downgraded.” My friend said nothing. I stepped closer to him to say fuck you and stuff like that, which made everyone uncomfortable. My reaction. Everyone else moved on, and I stewed. A little later he did his stupid fucking slow laugh that had made me want to rip him up since I met him – “huh, huh, huh” – so I finally bucked up and I mocked it – “huh, huh, huh.” My friend’s eyes darted over to me to say “what the hell are you doing!?” What I was doing was making it clear that I do not fuck with this stupid sack of bones. And because I made this so clear, M******* thought again about what he had said. It was on second thought (and as consolation for his offenses) that he said, “you’re actually probably better at sex and, like, pleasing her than him” [i say nothing] “because you have the same parts.” It felt like a threat. If I was in fact not so wonderful at sex to vaginas like mine, then I was nada, zilch, zero. I said, “you don’t know my parts.”

Little does he know, I may actually be much much worse at sexing than the famous boyfriend. I might just be the worst person ever at sex with anyone, so. He has it wrong. And still, I’m not a downgrade. I am an upgrade, alright?

Blog Post 3

Sunday September 6 2026 9am

Hello, world. I am working at my cafe “Aura,” deciding when to break off to let this poo out. How can there be more? After yesterday? I just want to know how. [BREAK] Ok, just did the deed. Well, half the deed – the top two floors of the four story brownstone, still a lot of house to go. [BREAK] Hey, sorry. I am at work, so I cannot write this. Check in later :)

Song of the day – Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

Blog Post 2

Saturday September 5 2026 11:30am

Saw the Odyssey last night with my coworker and her friends. At first, they were eating burritos and talking really loud. I kept thinking the burrito smell was my day old crotch smell. After they finished the burritos, I painfully fought the sleep angel. She whispered in my ear for the last 2 hours. After the movie, we talked outside the theater (around midnight) and I finally let a little bit of my personality show – I think they liked me. Then, I walked to the 2/3 train at Grand Army where I paid my due just to watch the train close its doors right in front of me. Next one was not for 15 minutes so I walked the rest of the way home with a full bladder which did not help the “dramatic depression” but it did help me blame it on something super duper fixable. Got back to my friends moms house where I am staying, sat on the toilet for a while. I wanted to give myself the chance to poop because all day when I peed, I pood. In one of those instances my friend Gen was in the bathroom with me – I felt so bad. So I sat on the toilet until my phone died. Then I finished folding my laundry – unlike me to leave it clean and unfolded, but I had to rush out earlier to go to an apartment tour. I turned on Veronica Mars and fell asleep.

P.S. the movie was based of a book so most of it was not original which bums me out. Let us write new stories! kidding

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Friday September 4 2026 3pm

Good morning.