Beca

Yesterday we had a lot of people over. The nine of us sat down for lunch and my sister's chair was making some worrisome noises so because I'm considerably smaller than her we switched chairs and what do you know, just as I'm talking and dramatically flailing my arms about for storytelling purposes, the chair breaks. At the very moment that all nine guest are looking at me is when the chair decides to give up. When I say I woke up multiple times in the middle of the night because my ass hurts I'm being so fucking serious.

I been talking a lot of shit in my drafts.

Yes, it is the fourth of July, and apparently that matters to Americans or something? But more interestingly it's actually the day that marks the beginning of my uncle's 10th year on testosterone. Everyone clap please.

I'm in my home city right now with three people who all came from three different countries to visit me just because I was doing unwell. How fucking hype is that.

I wish I were nonchalant so I could uncritically hate my father like 2010s YA dystopian protagonists. Instead I know NUANCE and CONFLICT 🫩 and I don't only hate him because it's COMPLICATED 🫩

I just woke up and I was having a dream where I was snacking on a bag of iceberg lettuce but I'm not snacking on a bag of iceberg lettuce so I'm really sad.