turned 34 & didn’t have to do it at the hospital, feeling way less doomed than I did on Monday

happy 5th birthday to my second poetry collection! still wild to me how many people connect with these weird love letters to service work & living deliciously

once upon a time I was so stoned I couldn’t remember Mr. Peanut’s name & insisted he was called Bean Man

it’s so hard to stop being sour about a thing that’s bothering me that I also can’t change but saying out loud “I am done talking about this” is a nice way to move on & just candle gaze & stop verbalizing bullshit that won’t move just bc I keep repeatedly naming it

food at home is so much better now that there are finally tomatoes at the farmer’s market

reads of the past few weeks / maybe I should pick something light next just to see if such a thing exists on my TBR pile

umm this a truly fucked up cross promotion from AMC

last night at work I took a safe alcohol service training course I’ve taken half a dozen times over 15 years in the industry & I must know who took this photo. I’ve never seen someone whip out a syringe at dinner who wasn’t my own diabetic relative