I’m not going to talk about anything important so be sure to jot that down.
I just started working as a barista and it has not helped my caffeine addiction. Am I supposed to turn down free caramel oat milk lattes?? I’m not a monk!
There have been quite a few updates in my life since I last blawged.
I moved! Now I live with Drake and Rose at our gorgeous countryside villa. We had the honor of hosting our very own bacchanalia—complete with ginger lemonade wine, a hyper pop/reggaeton playlist, and enough nachos to fill the Nile! Drake even picked a bouquet from the alleyways of Hamilton Street.
This new home is definitely the setting for an entirely new era in Milwaukee. I feel like an actual person here and get normal amounts of sleep. There’s room to stretch my arms and outdoor space for the gods. I need people to visit so we can bask in its beauty together.
I know I keep saying I want to finish writing Unpopped but I swear I actually do. What the fuck do I want to write about though ya know? I keep getting new ideas for how I want it to go but I also need to just write it. The only way out is through!
Maybe scheduling a writing routine will force me to be consistent? I keep trying pacemaker.press but famously I’m horrible at homework. Godddd. Why is writing so annoying sometimes? I want to be funny and prolific but I can't write a joke without sounding like a hack or a copycat.
Who am I if not a low-toner reprint of the people I admire?
Okay not to be dramatic either but I have been feeling extremely weepy lately.
A breeze from Lake Michigan caused my eyes to water and it took everything in me to not open the floodgates and sob in the passenger seat of Drake's Corolla.
I still feel like I’m failing at every aspect of life. I’ve been inconsistent with eating regular nutritious meals (and by nutritious I don’t mean minimal in calories I mean I need to eat something other than boxed pasta and bagels). I haven’t been exercising in any meaningful way and can’t tell if that’s my eating disorder brain screaming at me for being a fatass or if the lack of physical exertion is actually detrimental to my cardiac and mental health.
The woes of modernity!
My romantic life is lacking in the sense that it is nonexistent. I have crushes here and there but nothing I have the energy to pursue (if you’re reading this and think I have a crush on you do something about it!). I want to be less cynical and open my heart to sharing the love but alas.
I have an IUD now (medical professionals call it Liletta). I got it at Planned Parenthood and keep passing blood clots the size of a frog. My Google history has been one anxious archive of various “Am I Dying” searches. Since I am alive and writing this it is safe to say that I have not died yet—and if I do it’ll most likely be from liver failure because I took too many Midol in a twenty-four-hour period.
This would be a perfect transition for me to write about the overturning of Roe v. Wade but I really don’t know what to say.
Here’s a link to abortion funds in trigger states that @fundabortionnotpolice posted about. I know it’s much more tenable for the organizations if people sign up to be monthly donors instead of making massive one-time donations but obviously, anything is appreciated.
I’m gonna read Handbook for a Post-Roe America by Robin Marty and We Organize to Change Everything Fighting for Abortion Access and Reproductive Justice by Verso Books. When I finish I’ll post quotes and resources that I find helpful in both of those texts. Idrk.
Hopefully, the coming weeks will provide me with wittier and more interesting writing. I’m gonna make myself another oat milk latte and pray that I don’t free bleed on the clock.
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