I have to say, running into a body positivity influencer on the street less than 24 hours after I cried at the gym because I hadn't lost any weight this week was one of the more ironic things that has ever happened to me.
I haven't been posting my Wordle scores every day because I don't want to be that person, but I just want the record to state I have been doing it and reached a milestone today:
Okay hear me out - a new reality competition series to find the next great dinner theatre. Judged by Gordon Ramsay and Simon Cowell. Hosted by Kristin Chenoweth (to irritate them further).
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Me: standing in my kitchen eating cheese and crackers over the sink before I go out
Also me: ooh what do we have here, a little pre-game charcuterie perhaps?
Spending my evening dog sitting for a man I once dated, all the while being bailed on by the date I was supposed to have tonight is a spooky Halloween mood let me tell ya!
Just thinking about how all those years of watching America's Next Top Model as a teen and listening to Tyra talk about Smizing has really come in handy for the era of mask-wearing.
Something that makes me smile on a daily basis are kind-hearted Maritimers at war with themselves as to whether they can hold the door open for you while maintaining social distance. When they position themselves as far away as possible with their fingertips still on the door. π
Watching people declare their love for each other on the season finale of love island while half-assedly swiping through trash men on tinder is a mood LET ME TELL YA.