I got jobs on jobs (sort of. One day I will be paid a living wage, and that will be when I get a grad school stipend, probably) !
I moved and sorted a lot of lumber while wearing a chiffon skirt! I don’t suggest this, it was a pretty bad idea.
I continue my un-A/C existence. Like, for all that Georgia was some real talk trauma shit, the South is pretty much completely air-conditioned (even the family farm! Finally), so like w/e with the Midwest’s “everyone is so nice,” IF YOU WERE ALL NICE YOU WOULD PUT AN A/C IN EVERY SINGLE BUILDING LIKE CIVILIZED PEOPLE. It’s fine, my neighbors have only seen my naked ass like twice, and sometimes Stockholm Syndrome is the best choice for everyone.
I have Buffalo Trace Burbon Cream. They said it was only sold in Kentucky, but that is a LIE, there is at least one liquor store in Chicago that sells it, and it was on sale for $15, so I am deliriously happy.
I am still shocked when people I like, like me back. I’m working on it. But there’s still this moment of “Oh! Wow! You like me too! This is even better than when I thought you tolerated me!” Someone who I didn’t think felt that much like, I dunno companionship with me, (drunkenly) said she wanted me to be at her wedding dress try-ons in x number of years because she trusted my opinion. And that actually meant a lot to me? I spend so much time in my own head, I’m convinced of my own unlikeability, because I have healthy self-respect, obviously. So, these sorts of things mean so much to me, because I stil can’t separate self-respect from respect from others BUT IT IS A PROCESS!
I had two really great tacos today, and it was awesome.