I cannot believe that for a SECOND TIME I allowed myself to hope america would elect a woman as president instead of the caricature of an incoherent bigoted egomaniac. Real Charlie Brown football hours this morning for me personally.
Though it seems anachronistic now, Deee-Lite Saving Time was innovative in its day for ensuring workers had enough time to enjoy listening to "Groove Is in the Heart" after the workday ended.
Wish I had a brain that was capable of being purely happy for my coworker getting a new job without simultaneously flooding with self-pitying thoughts like "this was the only work friend I'd made in the past ten years."
Sorry if I've been quiet lately. It feels weird to tweet stuff like "bacterial vaginosis? that ain't no joke, sis" with all the government-endorsed genocide going on.
Finally over the weekend I had enough supplies to cook a meal for myself in my own home for the first time since moving in 2020, and it was.....the worst mashed potatoes I've ever eaten. Somehow both lumpy, gritty, and gummy. A truly humbling experience.
For years I hadn't cooked in the home I rent because I didn't own the appliances to do it and wasn't comfortable using someone else's kitchen. Lots of different excuses I was making to lead a dismal existence eating only take out meals.
Weeks ago I decided I didn't want to live this way anymore and started collecting cookware and pantry staples. I was digging up recipes I used to make and really getting into the prospect of controlling what goes into the food I eat again.
I would relish having a day...an hour...one single moment of peace where I don't think about this Tasmanian Devil door knocker I didn't buy at a thrift store.
The "driver on the bus" section of Wheels On the Bus is a rare opportunity to roast the idiosyncrasies of specific local bus drivers that I feel we never fully take advantage of.
Me: the interior thoughts of strangers are unknowable and speculation on them reveals more about your own prejudices and insecurities than anything else.
Also me: the person working behind the grocery store deli counter dislikes me to the limits of what any human is capable.