I just did a background check that included writing down every interaction that I've ever had with police. It's the first time I've really been face-to-face with my longish history of car accidents and skinny dipping.
Uh oh. It's Friday night and I can't decide between going out to find some friends in a bar, which is my normal favorite thing, or sowing seeds alone in my greenhouse, which is my *new normal* favorite thing.
I'm finally realizing that I can't possibly read all of the books that I want to read. The book that you're getting tomorrow is not a gift. It's an assignment. I expect a report.
It's like they've ascended perfectly preserved into reality TV & now we're bingeing band practice with a bunch of spoiled celebrity a-holes & Ringo while they try to stay together but obvi can't bc they're each too worried about their own image. I think I like it. #beatlesgetback
Before I could enter my meeting, Zoom prompted me to make sure I was wearing the same clothes that I would "wear in person" and it didn't give me the option to click "HOW DARE YOU."