Might have to start going to Vanity Anonymous meetings soon… it’s def. consuming as much time as my daily drinking sitch.
Facebook is now sending me ads on compression thingies for my arm flaps… bloody Russians.
No I don’t want to go on a walk... I’m not 80. Why is everyone walking? If I’m gonna go outside, I’m gonna tan.
Just want to go to a party... a lovely rooftop soiree or gorgeous patio… even a baby shower at this point... I'd happily participate in all the games...won’t even roll my eyes, and get snarky.
Finished puzzle with John... might keep him around for a bit longer... he let me put the last piece in.
Crappy magazines are now of stars in masks...yawnsville... gawking not as satisfying as it used to be.
Reaching the end of Netflix... literally... may have to start working my way thru Hulu next.
So so grateful we have pets... really do appreciate the emotional support they bring these days.
Boring people are excruciating on zoom... burning calories holding poker face on camera.
Mother’s Day? Mother fuckin Quarter!