No feeling more exhilarating than:
typing a great comment on insta to a friend, hitting send, realizing it’s not a friend it’s an acquaintance who you haven’t talked to in 10 years, REFUSING TO SHRIVEL, basking in the glory of your own incompetence, making a negroni, end scene.
There is a strong, STRONG, desire in me to mail a bag of poop (mammalian, no preference in type) to someone’s house. All my partner can tell me is that I need to “find forgiveness”. My google history is a novel.
@zardos_ Communication boards are great for this! I used them with a nonverbal preschooler and it was helpful. It’s just a laminated sheet of paper with pictures on it.
Dreamed I was applying for another studio position (which I’ve been interviewing people for) and it was going well and then I realized it wasn’t a ceramic studio it was a fish and chip shop
Thinking about the literacy posters that my sister and I crafted for our hamsters, Scratchy DJ and Bibbles Nibbles Piggle Wiggle. They could definitely read.
Got girlMathed into buying $50 pj pants today, really enjoyed it, celebrated myself until the moment in online checkout where it was revealed that shipping was $20. $70 pajama pants????? No!! No!!!!!!!! no.
The day that my favorite dilapidated 0 bathroom cabin-3 acres in the middle of nowhere VT, probably in a flood zone but I’m obsessed with- actually sells…. I’ll die. It’s basically a human size chicken coop. I’ll die.