Today is the last night of my 30s. I am sitting on the balcony of my hotel room in Puerto Vallarta, drinking wine and eating potato chips, listening to the music of various clubs below, sitting by my husband who is reading a book. I think I’m going to be pretty good at 40s.
My husband insists that he was the first person to not like Elon Musk, at least 10 years and running. The “I told you so” energy really ramped up when he bought Twitter. It has since been turned up to 11.
Google “Trump dam release” and pick your favorite headline. On Friday our company couldn’t ship plants because of flooding. Some of that water was ours, btw. Way to screw over farmers #thankstrump#agriculture
I was at an art fair a long time ago and there was someone that did big paintings of the underside of tall hwy overpasses. I was with someone who was like “why would you want a painting of that?” But the color of the light on the big swathes of concrete, pinks and gold, beautiful.
I feel like I gave it a fair shake, but overnight oats are a no for me. Perhaps the only breakfast you could make by accidentally leaving your groceries in a puddle. #hottake
Reminded tonight about how much this segment by @starleekine.bsky.social probably changed my life. I don’t usually ask “how many virgins?” but I try to use “if you can think it, you can ask it.”
