Today officially marks my first chance in OVER A MONTH where I have been home, alone. I have obviously already caught up on 90 Day and Hunt for Love (somehow also 90 Day franchise). My fucking period has finally eased up, and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was doing so well last night, Rob asked me how my book was going- which it hadn’t been, but I have really high hopes for when I’m not bleeding or actively traveling. Could be as soon as tomorrow!
I’m on half of a .5 lorazepam, chainsmoking a cbd joint with the Sherri Papini MAX doc blasting in the background.
I FINALLY woke up rested after a bachelorette weekend. I had shared a bed with my fun friend (read as: doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, adderall days, adderall nights, sometimes she passes out on sofas) and my Oura ring was fully tweaking out. I was averaging 5 hours of “stress” a day, while having the time of my life. I was a mermaid. My ass is still sunburned. I bonded with ladies and live loved laughed.
It was Tuesday morning and I decided to catch up on the web. My feed was drowning with Labubus. I knew these were a thing. I had seen the airport gays wearing them on their LV neverfulls. I was above that.
Until I wasn’t.
I needed one.
Now.
Well I typed all that at 1:42pm, took the other half of the ‘pam, and now it’s 7:50pm. I’m wearing a JCrew Outlet men’s t-shirt with a martini in the corner.
I prepared myself my own ass home-martini. I spilled half of it- god doing a little portion control.
I fell asleep ot Sherri Papini and when I woke up I started the Titan Oceangate doc.
I want to bust this out so I can finally watch the movie Friendship with Rob. Rob has seen the movie twice, and is desperate for my viewing.
We’re looking for another Steamer Cleaners delivery driver so I gotta write up that Indeed ad. Bro this is just stream of consciousness, and your gal is barely conscious.
Big Strawberry moon tonight. I looked last night and couldn’t see the moon at all, so I’m not holding my breath.
I’m almost done reading fisting-heavy book In At The Deep End. It’s been good fine normal. I guess not every lesbo book can be MilkFed.
New dentist tomorrow. Which is great because I did NOT enjoy my last dentist. He worked for his dentist dad, and had a lot of opinions about my pursuit of the arts. I would always be like, “I also work for my dad?” Then he would ask me about The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
I don’t fuck with Maisel. Never did. Never will.
Ok well ttyl,
Ariana