Ice, Ice BB

My car needs a bath so, so bad. It's hard to justify when it's just going to get sloshed on again. Though it is always fun to take the kids and go through the automatic/drive-through carwash with this song playing:




That was Jason's idea. He's right ya know. It's magical to see all the swirling, spinning brushes and raggy things rotating and swooshing around with suds and sprays whilst this song plays. And somehow as the wash ends and the sunlight reaches the windshield again - that last little choral bit plays and it's like, "whoa".

Music just does it for me. I got to jam for a half minute with Riley and Mike yesterday. Open mic on Monday was rad. Always is, really. Hopefully I can work on some tunes with Ben Morse soon too - he told me of a job opening at a company his friend works at and I GOT THE JOB! It's an amazingly better schedule and customer service position. Call centers are incredibly not my thing it turns out.

Riley is taking me out for sushi on Saturday. I'm going to wear a retro dress I found at Goodwill and put on makeup and do my hair and post that crap in Instagram because it's art, bruh.

Out For Drinx

Take a coworker out for a couple drinks after work. They love it. Then go find your favorite face and pull them from their current engagement with five minutes notice and take them home and read silently with them and chuckle independently - be sure to do the laughing together. Knowing they don't care all that much and you don't either and want is a thing of the past, back when heat was too hot and entropy hadn't solidified you coldly in coolness. If you're not settling into a cozy routine, do it. If you've settled into a cozy routine, cut that shit out. Take the concentrated coziness and, with a dropper from a tincture bottle, put 2-3 drops directly into the ocean of hellacious stress. The reaction is astonishing enough that you'll start to appreciate the sea of a workload you've been navigating. It's salt water, don't drink it! Float on it, bitches.