one of the fondest memories of my adult life was the day i adopted my cat. i buckled her carrier into my passenger seat, pulled out of the animal shelter's lot, and had a cinematic moment where i said "well kitty. it's just you and i now." and then i promptly hit a curb.
nobody talks about how hard it is to look your cat in the eye and deny them even the tiniest sip of your dr. pepper. darling, i love you. you're my best friend. but there is only one type of dr. i am trying to see today and it's not the veterinarian.
adopting a cat is the best choice i've ever made. i'll be wallowing in my ever-present melencholia and she'll be like "okay that's great but i'm gonna need to play mouse with you immediately" and through my tears and despair, i'll be like "alright yeah let's play mouse"
two weeks ago i got my first ever ticket in a trader joe's parking lot. it's absurd. would you ticket a star for being in the sky? a bird for being in it's nest?
facebook marketplace will have me going into random people's basements in the middle of cornfields with very little discretion because my hunger for weird eclectic furniture knows no bounds
today i drove an hour to a random town in wisconsin to buy a tiny foosball table that i found on facebook marketplace. i'm gonna use it as a coffee table. tomorrow at work when people ask me how my weekend was i'm just gonna say "it was fine" .
what it feels like to wake up to a multitude of "thank you for applying. we regret to inform you that we have decided to pursue other candidates at this time" emails on a monday morning
the first month after heartbreak leaves you convinced you're never gonna get through it. the second month you're a shell of yourself but also euphoric and also crushed. the third month is becoming the corniest version of yourself and reconnecting with nature.