Currently:
Watching: Tell Me Lies
Listening: Vanderbilt: The Rise and Fall of an American Dynasty by Anderson Cooper and Katherine Howe
Feeling: Sciatica pain
Recommending: THESE Adidas shorts (and they’re on sale!)
Emoji:
Here are some things I think about a lot:
My dog.
His name is Captain and he’s a precious angel baby. Pic for proof.
He is, in fact, a dog. He went as a Playboy bunny for Halloween because, “Halloween is the one night a year a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it” - Mean Girls (we quote it to each other a lot)
Our dog we had to put down in May and how much I miss her.
Her name is Dublin and she was a precious angel baby. Pic for proof:
This was not her Halloween costume, just her fun country club lewk.
My dad’s friend from high school named Whitey Cable.
It was the 60’s and a.. more racist time? If that’s possible. I have no explanation, really.
Whitey Cable.
A story my mom once told me about how she used to sit in her bedroom when she was little and pretend she was on Johnny Carson being interviewed.
And how I used to do the same but it was Conan O’Brien.
And how now I still do it but it’s Stephen Colbert.
The eczema on my eyelids.
Why yes, it is HORRIFIC. Thank you for asking.
How much water have a had today.
How tired I am today.
Is it because of how old I am?
Is this the quick creep towards death happening?
If that random pain is death knocking?
See above.
A newsletter I want to write about all the things I took from my parents’ house to remind me of my mom after she died.
Should I buy the expensive (insert product) because it works really well? Or buy the bigger shittier (insert product) because it’s bigger and cheaper?
Ad nauseam.
What am I going to regret when I’m older?
Why did that drunk boy ask if he could guess how old I am?
And why was 28 the number he landed on? What Reddit forum has that tip published?
But, really, how stupid am I because I LOVED hearing it.
I’m 40 btw
In Earth years…
Event review coming soon.
Should I buy myself a “little treat”?
My Substack STATS.
I’m trying not to. Because it’s been like.. a week.
But I want it to take off, already!
I’m trying really hard not to be discouraged talking to a void.
Am I funny enough?
For this..
For life…
For my friends….
But why do I have to be anything?!
(Spiral I examine frequently in therapy)
The friend breakup I went through two years ago.
Learning to play Mahjong.
OMG WHY IS STEPHEN ON TELL ME LIES TO TERRIBLE
I mean, I get it (sorta), they’re giving backstory but STILL. Yeesh.