..the blog left me too. I accidentally closed it and it doesn't save drafts so #FML I suppose. Anyway blah blah blah, writer's block, blah blah blah, been going on for a while, blah blah blah, world is shit, blah blah blah Summer Solstice here come the #bestsummerever posts from people desperate to make you wish you were them because they themselves don't want to be them. (I said all this in a much more elaborate and crafty way but the internet ate it so you get the Dollarama version.)
I hope my summer is more than decent, I hope I get a chance to be at least a little of the adventurous, curious person I was before the pandemic started and a wave of thoughtless people entered my life. If I have an affirmation it is this.... "May this summer be as good as a post-workout high." That's the ask, let's see if they answer. Oh, and I really would like my muse back too, it's hard enough out here (pimp or otherwise).
-The Same Person It Always Is