Time to get trashy, y'all

As I’m writing this, I’m watching RuPaul’s Drag Race UK Season 2 for the second time. I’m drinking a grapefruit Topo Chico with a splash of Aplos (the hemp-based non-alcoholic spirit I’ve subbed in for wine on weeknights) and eating a watermelon popsicle. I feel, to be blunt, fucking great. This week we heard that Texas (where I’m currently living) is making the vaccine available to all adults as of Monday (whether this is a sign of Texas’ deep screwed up’dness or actual good news, I don’t know). Thiiiiings aaaaare staaaaaarting to feeeeeel….tolerable? Ok? Moving in the right direction?

I’ve finally made a hair appointment. I’M GOING TO THE DENTIST. I’m picturing what things will look like after we’re out of whatever this is, and my friends…The future. Is. Tacky as hell. And I—I just—I am so happy. Bing, Bang, motherfucking Bong. If you don’t get the reference, please, allow me: