mimi smartypants
Seriously, though: what's with the penguins?

a talk talk speaker on the end of the wire

Hello and welcome to No-Delete Thursday! For once I am not typing on my lunch “hour.” I have wine! I have pajamas on! Also I don’t have any notes or cryptic Google docs with things that I thought I wanted to type about. WE ARE STARTING FRESH AS FUCK. Just me and the cursor and the keyboard and the DARKNESS that GROWS inside me with EVERY PASSING MINUTE okay wait, that was unnecessary. Mustn’t grumble! Let’s start over. (Since we can’t delete.)

(What is this “we” shit? This diary is not a group project.)

O Bulleted List, save me from having to construct an overarching narrative of time spent since my last entry! In no particular order:

*I feel like every time I mention my orchid I have to add “no testicle jokes.” I may just have PTSD from living with LT for so long and you had no intention of making a testicle joke. Still: no testicle jokes.

(**Strikethrough does not = delete, in case you were wondering)

—mimi smartypants is taking liberties.