meredith

Good friends will tell you after a break up that you were too good for him. Great friends will tell you that, “He sucked, he didn’t know all the words Bohemian Rhapsody but tried to sing all eight minutes of it anyway.” “He was kind of a doof, like I first met him eating a burrito at that party you ordered all that pizza for.”

Went to see Backrooms (boring, read the Southern Reach trilogy instead. Although its visual look is weirdly pleasing enough that I micronapped four times) with my friend I’ve known since sophomore year of high school. We were joking about people that always come in pairs - hairless cat owners, Widespread Panic fans, and Rockabillies - and she’s like…. “Did I ever have a Rockabilly phase?” And I was like nah, just all the punks also liked Hank III and we wore like, tight jeans and bandanas in our hair. A way to be even slightly femme in the otherwise all black and spike world of Midwestern punk. But did anyone of us ever giggle “ooooooh daddy” over a hot rod? Ok maybe one girl did, but for the most part, it was the easiest way we could justify make-up.

I have been watching the Ready or Not movies all morning, I should really turn my news alerts on agains so I dont keep finding out about national news via memes.

Being way less online means I was only vaguely aware of that Grant Plantner stuff, like very very early on thinking, “ok, sounds cool!” and then after hearing about the tattoo, “oh, bad!!!!” and then kind of forgetting all about it until it appeared in some of the newsletters I read this week. Which is great, because I don’t have to make some long winded apology or insane defense either way because I have no online community record that I feel like I betrayed/am now AGAINST. It’s great! I never did and do not now have to feed the reaction machine!

Having a perfectly normal reaction to a notification that Justin Verlander is retiring by looking up exactly what underpass did Aubrey McClendon drive his Tahoe and body into a fireball at 88 mph a day after his federal indictment. It’s a different one than I thought! Not by Frontier City but by the tree nursery my mom did some freelance graphic nursery design for!