I feel like a Robber Baron of the Gilded Age as I shout to my lights to turn off and go on and set themselves to ridiculous intensity levels like, “ALEXA! Put the lounge lights at 17%!! Hurry!” Instead of complaining, the lights just go to the requested level and a shot of glee courses directly through my body. It’s like having a household staff that is either made up of ghosts or is so efficient that they are never noticed. And I fully understand how unnecessary it is, truly I do, but I’m never going back. I want to remove the light switches from my house. They’re superfluous now and ugly and I don’t want them bothering my aesthetics!
Monday: Why don’t you teach me how to make a smoothie? I didn’t think this would be the most challenging culinary task of my life, but it has turned out […]
Monday:Why don’t you spend the weekend binge watching British comedy on Netflix? Over the Labor Day weekend, I watched the entirety of Derry Girls, a charming show about an eclectic […]
Monday: Why don’t you do extensive research on something you know absolutely nothing about? I don’t even know how I got there, but I spent hours researching hydroponic gardening yesterday. […]
Monday: Why don’t you immediately drop whatever you’re doing and go buy an air fryer? I thought it was unnecessary for the longest time. I thought it was silly. I […]
Monday: Why don’t you check yourself before you wreck yourself and never EVER tell me what to do? I’m a grown adult. I don’t need idiotic advice no matter how […]
Don’t worry, y’all, I didn’t die or get kidnapped or follow my dreams and runaway to become a Romanian hay farmer. I have been insanely busy lately with college and […]
Each year when I go to the MS Walk, I realize just how lucky I am. There are people my age in wheelchairs, others using canes (and not just to be fashionable like Madonna, they actually have to use them.) You would not believe some of the horrifying orthopedic shoes that some people wear because it helps with their stability. If the day ever comes that I won’t be able to wear my suede Chelsea boots…well I really don’t want to think about that day.
Every year, I write one of these blogs about the past 365 days. I would go all out and do a detailed month-by-month recap that exhausted me and undoubtedly exhausted […]
Monday: Why don’t you start a dream journal? In my early 20s, I’d scribble out my dreams each morning with more dedication than I’ve ever shown to anything before […]