is it ominous, this life? like the rolling thunder? like a clenched fist?
dancing comes easier than writing lately. the past six weeks have mostly been love island u.s.a. episodes and then shuffling around in my socks for an hour to the same eight songs. meanwhile, i unlocked my shoulderstand and am this 🤏 close to balancing my handstand. went back to the dentist and finally got my hair cut. killing it at work, even. i’ve basically decided i’m smart and hot again and don’t have anxiety anymore and it’s working as long as everything goes my way all of the time!!
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thunderstorm szn and it’s bad this year. a tree took out our neighbors’ carport and part of their roof over the weekend. no one was hurt. local news has been around twice; on my way out today, a reporter stopped me to ask for an interview about my “reaction to the tree falling,” lol.
when it happened, we’d actually just gotten back from an overnight trip for an event i have been dreading. it was as bad as i expected, but my partner and our close friend came with and they let me bitch to them while we drank a seltzer overlooking the river, and i cried a little like i always do, and they were nice about it like they always are, and the next day we stopped at a small roadside stand for boiled peanuts on the drive home.
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(are.na)
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