Breakfast Brennan

beautiful shit my love finds on the street and brings home to me: real tiny eggplants that look like fake tiny pumpkins

sorry for more couplebragging but it’s so rad to have a partner that i can get annoyed at, and tell him why, and ask him to do something about it, and at the end of the conversation we’re laughing and cuddling about it.

reminding myself that you can’t force anyone to live the life YOU think they deserve.
they will live the life THEY think they deserve.

how i know this is the right place for me:
the day doesn’t loom and threaten
because it starts and ends with person hugs and dog cuddles,
soft smiles and big laughs.
hot sun during the day and a cool cozy breeze at night.
i’m so fucking lucky.

nosferatu was cool but it was also kinda just moulin rouge for goths

going from thursday morning therapy right into rewatching Pink Floyd’s The Wall and not thinking too deeply about that

subjected my whole team to Chipmunk Punk during a work meeting today

ok fine i’ll say it
i may be neurodivergent but
body doubling stresses me OUT

(this is not a complaint this is a delighted comment on how gay i am)

innocent lil me putting on Wayward and unprepared for the BAM i’m gay BAM i’m gay BAM

super original thought alert:
weekends really need to be longer

this shouldn’t have to be said but
when i die, for the love of all that is holy, please do not create AI tribute videos for me.

(and of course i told her that directly too ❤️)

a second doctor has told me i’m a good nurse (in the context of caregiving) and i once again feel very lucky and super proud to carry some of my bio mom with me in my attitudes and behavior.

wish i had a dollar for every time i reached into my tote bag to feel around for my vape, and instead brought my headphones case to my lips

also i am delighted to see Twin Peaks Lucy as a patient astrologer

the ER theme song sounds a little like Running Up That Hill.
that is all.

Something that made me smile recently:
The visiting nurse patted his pockets so I handed him my pen. He started filling out the form, stopped, and looked up at me. In his thick eastern bloc accent he said “This is beautiful pen.”

feeling very mature because i’ve scheduled some time for myself tomorrow to just cry

life is really hard right now but having a cat to purr on my chest is BIG lovely

Safe foods lately (i.e. all I have eaten for weeks):
-wasabi seaweed snacks
-green juice
-soft pretzels dipped in queso

i saw a beautiful woman on the train yesterday and i felt like such a creep bc i kept catching myself admiring her face and hair and leggggggggs
im pretty sure i kept it respectful but still
i wish i had the guts to tell her in the girls bathroom kinda way
that she is SO FUCKING GORGEOUS

yes an 8:30am meeting is fine as long as you can handle how my brain forms questions that early. “why i doing this wasn’t before?”

they should let me in to the criterion closet

just a little love post
about how beautiful mornings are at home with my partner.
that’s what i miss the most when i’m gone.
waking up together, buenos días mi amor, como dormiste? cuddling all the dogs in bed, breathing in the morning air. hugs in the kitchen while the coffee brews. good stuff.

*feeling earthquakes is probably more accurate

sure don’t love new york and mexico city having earthquakes on the same day sure don’t

genuinely curious what it feels like to like yourself
or to grow up in a house where you felt liked

used the word “begat” in a meeting and two people loved it 😎

my body has decided the four hour nap is BACK and it only happens on SATURDAY