Effective Change

I watched the awful testimony of the human shitpile that is Brett Kavanaugh. He’s worse than I thought. A veritable Baby Trump. Even talks like him.

That poor woman, Dr. Ford. Having to even sit under the same roof with that motherfucker.

I felt so powerless watching it. And trauma, boy was there trauma. And anger. Rage, even.

I have to do something. The system is so fucked.

Tomorrow I will call UGA and see what needs to happen to get my LSAT scheduled and see about getting into law school next year. I want to help people. And I want to see rapists pay for their crimes.

So mote it be.

 

Tuesday Night and I Could Use a Lottery Ticket

Redux:

I turned 42 on Saturday and spent the entire day in decadent, solitary bliss. JD and I will see each other in 2 days and it didn’t make sense to make the drive and then turn around and do it again 3 days later so we will meet up in a couple of days for another sweet little getaway in the Ozark mountains.

I stayed up until 5am but woke up to a flower and cake delivery Saturday morning and then spent my day languidly playing on my phone, soaking in the tub, reading, and doing exactly what I wanted. I didn’t clean. I didn’t do anything on the task list. I didn’t pack. I just spent the entire day doing “me” and it was so fucking refreshing I may have to have another birthday very soon.

My Mom and I made a date for the end of the month to go shopping and lunch and I am a little too excited about it. I don’t know when the last time was I had my Mom to myself for Mother/Daughter time but the only memory that comes to mind is when I was 12 and we had a magical day together going to the mall and we got an eyebrow makeover from a lady at a kiosk. I felt so “grown up” with her that day, so respected. I don’t need to feel grown up or respected with her anymore but I LOVE how excited she got talking about it.

In other news, I’ve had several job interviews and I am frustrated AF because one woman (who would have been my boss) was a condescending asshole and a few other offers weren’t enough money. I know the right offer will come along and I am resigned to wait it out for the perfect offer. JD supports it and that makes it SO much easier not stressing about urgency.

I’ve got projects to do: Working on pom-pom socks, 4 book reviews to do for one of my side-hustles, deluttering and packing for the move, putting extra clothes on Poshmark, and maintaining my sanity.

Oh, and I’m going to Atlanta for a couple of weeks on the 28th and think I am going to nest and cook some decadent food. I’m sure JD will appreciate a lobster tail and I want to try to make some spicy black beans and coconut rise with a drizzle of homemade roasted red pepper puree.

That’s all for now.

Shirt Sentences are LIFE.

Tupelo was amazing.

Sex, food, and car shopping. And JD got a new car!

This week, I’ve interviewed my ass off. Exhausting to say the least.

Packing more shit for Atlanta.

Celebrated not murdering anyone by shopping this evening.

I have new makeup. I have clothes. I have shoes. I have a fancy bottle of wine.

My birthday is next week and JD got me some adorable Hello Kitty Converse.

Life is good. And exhausting.