Foxykins.eml

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Bay Area drama queen Part time desert rat Stroke survivor đź’•

I’m stuck in traffic coming home from the river, driving 25 MPH west of Sacramento. Blame it on Me by Barenaked Ladies is playing. I remember thinking the following line was the most adult tableau “I wax poetic as your waxing your legs / you say you think there’s a traitor among us.”

I wish I could sit in the grass with you at a weird cemetery and ask you if you knew that deer frolic in the ocean waves in California. You’d be quiet and shake your head no. Then you’d probably start to cry. I’d lay back and stare at the sky and cry too. That’s the whole daydream.

You guys seeing Ryan Adams crashing out and selling his stuff on Instagram? He’s telling people to email his manager, and scolding them not to low ball. Surely he can contact an auction house?

At SFO: a flight boarding for Bakersfield announced gates open for service members and the passengers started clapping and holding and losing their minds. Is this happening now? You know this war isn’t protecting our freedom right?

I found the Goodreads of former law school classmate who was so condescending to me over my tech career. He went, months later, to give talks on AI (after asking me what legal tech even was). He gave Grapes of Wrath 3 stars.

I looked at the Good Reads reading list of a bunch of my exes and it’s all doctrinal non-fiction for Christ sake what is wrong with me ugh ugh ugh Why don’t I think I deserve better

My hottest take is that people and animals evolved to build relationships with each other and honestly sometimes that shit doesn’t click. I have had pet dogs to whom I felt persistently and deeply indifferent. And ones that I still actively grieve.

“With your long blonde hair you looked like a Brazilian politician. With your extra short dark hair, you look like a Mexican artist.” - best comment about my hair change up

I think I miss having babies but then I see new moms pushing whole mobile nursery units down the road with some dude in flip flops and soft hands and one of those silicone wedding bands and I’d rather throw myself off a cliff

Maybe this should be a Cleveland memory log because I started giggling in a meeting about the Cleveland archetype of the moody sober middle aged man-lawyer with a troubled relationship to his kids mom.

Of all the awfully grim pieces of Cleveland history, the speed boat flying into the stands at Sea World Ohio in 1996 seems remarkable and only matched by the circus elephant that got loose on the high school campus and made its way to the Big Lots.

Driving from Joshua Tree back to the Bay in a Subaru Solterra is allowing me to live out my dreams of flying a prop plane across the country taking all these damn calculated stops Jesus Christ