Another week has passed in the Cream City. I’ve been sleeping until noon, becoming well-versed in blister band-aids, and implementing an hourly practice where I repeat the mantra: “strangers are just friends to be.” DON’T ROLL YOUR EYES.
The only scheduled events last week were trivia training. I met three different trivia hosts at three different venues and absorbed their style of entertainment. I practiced reading a room, received microphone handling advice, and laughed a lot.
This week marks the beginning of my supervised hosting. Clits crossed that people don’t walk out because their regular host is not in charge for the night. It’s the classic riddle of if I make a joke and no one laughs, am I still funny? (Read that as though I were asking you if a tree falls and no one hears it does it make a sound).
My brain is so scrambled and exhausted that I don’t really have anything to say. I’ve been on TikTok a lot. I spent Friday sleeping until 5pm and I finished one and a half audiobooks during the day. If you like thrillers you’d enjoy Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris. If you like feeling melancholy and being wrapped in dread about how you’re spending your life you might find solace in All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg.
I’m six books behind on my yearly reading goal (I’ve read 56 books and should be at 62 books by now if I hope to reach 100 books by 2022). Maybe I should use more of my endless free time reading instead of playing Solitaire and listening to podcasts. I redownloaded 2048 last night because my eyes are sore from looking at that animated deck of cards.
Speaking of podcasts...I really should be editing the audio for episode five of Good Mourning. We recorded the ep on Thursday and I have just been pushing that task off.
All in all, it’s been a very lazy and lovely week. I don’t start my day job until August 30th and trivia doesn’t happen until 6:15pm at the earliest.
Yesterday, Anna Edwards and I watched like three episodes of The White Lotus and used my free medium pizza coupon to bash Domino’s during the day. We feasted like kings and cuddled with the little prince Fritz.
Sydney Sweeney and Brittany O’Grady are...stunning...and...eerie? They do popular mean girls so well it turns my stomach in knots. I kind of feel like I’m becoming Jennifer Coolidge’s character? I just wish I could rock a tunic/caftan/emotional breakdown like she does. When I think about it, all we really have in common is heaving naturals and a desperate need for a massage.
**SPOILERS AHEAD**
Ryan Scott, the people are dying to hear your thoughts on the ass-eating scene. Break your silence NOW and text me, please.
**END OF SPOILERS**
This is wretched but my little sister pointed out that The White Lotus’s music sounds like Glee’s transition music at points. Something to haunt you…
Hopefully, I’ll get better at fiction writing and actually have something fun for you all to feast upon in the near future? Do we miss the short stories? Should I open up Unpopped again? Lemme kneaux...
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