Smell.
Small.

Let's laugh. Like, all the time.

I kain't.

Have you ever been at an event with mostly gay men, and then realized you're the only person in the room not wearing chunky sneakers?

I need to get my shit together.

Hello, life.

I'm still here.

All it takes is one good meme to have you smiling before bedtime.

Sweet dreamz.

Life is just chugging along.

Still okay.

I went to the post office to send my old college friend Magali something in Texas. Along with what I wanted to mail her, I had brought along some blank note cards with me so I could include a short message with her stuff. I was planning to buy an envelope for the packaging there at the post office and then quickly write her a message before getting in line to pay for everything. But then as I stood there at a side counter with a pen in hand (my own of course and not one of those chained down), and began to write "Dear Magali," I realized how novel it felt to have this contraption within my grips. It was like my hand didn't know what to do. I ripped up my first attempt because I hated how the handwriting of those two words came out, and then the same happened for the second attempt. My third attempt got me a little farther with a couple of more sentences, but I abruptly stopped soon after while thinking I just can't do this. I ended up sending her the stuff without a message or note at all, which felt weird but also okay for 2019.