the most romance in my life these days is a cinnamon candle and FaceTime calls from Katie and Jenna
Achilles doesn’t like the dried peas (?) that are part of her dog food so my living room rug is scattered with peas she spits out of her mouth
I listen to my playlist of 4 Beyoncé albums and Eric Clapton album on shuffle and the artist-mix is dramatic. It’s like I’m confused
We went to a wine tasting tonight and they had free cheese on plates laying out! I found my favorite cheese in the store and told mom to try it because it’s good and she said THAT’S BUTTER.
oh gosh I ate a huge chunk of butter by accident.
I haven’t eaten butter in so long that I thought it was cheese?! I see why everyone likes it so much. also I’m living in regret
A 12 year old told my mom she thinks I’m beautiful so now I get nervous when she comes over (only twice in 3 days but still) and change out of my river-bummy clothes into a dress or something. Tonight I wore a turtle neck shirt because I heard she might be here (she wasn’t) so it’s like I’m scared she’ll change her mind. I have a responsibility
Also the amount of old people - also all strangers - who GRAB ONTO THE BACK OF my wheelchair to support themselves is insane. so many people. I am not a cane
A [stranger] man walked up to me at a farmers market today and said/yelled at me “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
nothing is wrong with me what do you mean, loud man.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? YOUR LEGS” and he points at my legs.
but my instinct was to be so polite and tell him I had a jet ski accident. But Kristin in hindsight would have said “What’s wrong with you, sir?” and kicked dirt in the air and roll into the sunset. if there was one
getting wound care supplies delivered to my front door is like Christmas morning to me now. who have I become