#and the way the Italian can't navigate her way out of a paper bag

[fazcinatingblog]

What if there's questions when I plane catch tomorrow like "have you had covid in the last 7 days?" What happens if you say yes? They descend on you with a big bit of cling wrap and wrap you all nice and tight and throw you in with the luggage???? Or they call your name on the loudspeaker before you board and you have to shamefully walk to the front desk and

[atransparenteye]

thinking about staying up late with dear friends watching the kardashians and talking about changing careers and the differences between how khloe and kim parent.

about paper take out bags pulled from the recycling bin to make halloween garland with oil pastels, fingers thick with grease as late september sun creeps through the drapes.

about coming home to roommates, talking about the slow boil of american fascism and how the rabbit vibrator in sex and the city looks like an 80s cellphone

about the slow pull of a midnight joint on the front stoop when sleep eludes, a breeze ruffling the leaves on the willow tree casting dancing shadows on the sidewalk as all the neighbor cats "sneak" into our backyard for council.

about how much i've been laughing lately, smiling, feeling at ease after so many years of dust had settled in my belly, scaring me into thinking that id only have wispy chuckes under my breath to offer up at the altar of taylor tomlinson

about the large stack of medical bills sitting by my door, thin slivers of paper whispering sweet stress and melancholy to me as i order more takeout i can't afford because food still feels impossible.

about the booth that smelled of lumber yards and sweat as the aluminum siding on the theater baked us through three henrys worth of shakespeare when it wasn't thundering alongside the king's death.

about texting my ex, hoping that in the now in-navigable caverns of her heart there's still a place that can feel excitement over my pursuit of a dream that i've denied for a decade, to be met with updates on her fursona.

about french new wave and italian neorealism and the japanese golden age and how small my world was before i fell in love with witnessing the ways we capture ourselves on celluloid.

about how the fingertips on my left hand can't feel any longer, but can somehow find the right strings when my eyes are closed and my mind lost in the melody.

about how the primary work of my 30s has been a kind of kondo-ing of the soul, as i've carefully extracted each artifact of my psyche and turned it over to determine if it sparked joy or was some litter tossed into me by an uncaring passerby while w was still president.

thinking about how, just before the ball dropped, i felt a strong sense that this would be my year. followed by pets dying, friendships rocked, big moves in home and job. yet here i am, still smiling, still certain that this *has* been my year.

[tellmelittlethingsaboutyourday]

1. We had a fun adventure and then saw a movie. My fella asked me to be ready right at quitting time because he'd be there to get me and we'd have JUST enough time for dinner at his favorite Italian place before the movie...except that we had to return a crock pot first and he went the long way. But that's ok because he got off the highway and detoured through downtown traffic instead. The 30 minute trip took an hour while I flipped through his zoo photos and we openly teased about this being

4. After dinner we talked all about dinosaurs and the newest discoveries of fossils from minutes after the meteor struck and I've got some reading to do because I somehow missed all of that. Then we found the theater (he's more navigational challenged than me and I can't find my way out of a paper bag). We went to see Everything Everywhere All At Once and it was so good. It was funny, insightful and just a delight. I wanna see it another 20 times. The whole theater was roaring

5. After the movie we grabbed coffee because I sometimes prioritize the fun of fancy coffee over sleeping and then he took me home...or tried to. Autopilot took over and he yet again tried to take The Longest way home and then forgot he was taking me home and took me to his place instead so we had to get back on track because I've got work in the morning. And then he dropped me off and my cat brought me her toy very hopefully so she and I had a marathon play session. It was a great day. ______ DAMN IT TUMBLR! Your messages #2-3 didn't come through to me...but that aside, I can tell this was an AWESOME day!