Sarah Moore

Getting emo cause I love my friends

As of this weekend I’m developing a disorder where I can’t stop doing stuff. Does anyone know what it’s called?
I think I’m turning into my mom.

I don’t even have anyone to sing “No Children” with.

Some songs weren’t meant for the dark, but for windswept sunny October days, and so I’ve had to temporarily reverse my “sad songs only on the way home from work” rule.

One man said he saw a woman hold down her skirt as she jumped to her death. I can’t stop thinking about that detail.

I keep thinking about the quote a man gave about how this was someone’s final brave act, choosing how they died. And how it was important to be a witness.

I watched the attacks on the news as they were happening of course. I already saw people jump to their deaths, so when I saw the photographs, I walked right out of the enclave. But then I walked back.

I was glad that an extensive section of the museum was not allowed to be photographed. It felt respectful.

And now I’m home. More exhausted than I’ve been in awhile. Not really sure how you mentally prepare for the 9/11 museum but I most certainly did not.

As a favor to a family member, I reluctantly agreed to be planner and executer of two days in the city. The person visiting last minute wanted to go to the 9/11 museum so we had to change our plans.

I didn’t have newsletter money sometime in 2021 and when I humbly emailed Hunter to ask if she could temporarily comp me, she did! Newsletters are a joy.

I’m re-reading old Hung Up newsletters and I am once again amazed at the passage of time. The shows I still haven’t watched. Bennifer has been together way longer than I thought!

Working in a public library is so interesting. Some senior citizens were loudly having a conversation about trans people just as I was double checking the teen volunteer pronouns on their applications.

It’s a first for me and let me tell ya our feet are not tough enough!!

Thank you! Mine always get activated after a 24 hour period and the swelling is terrible. I also have this thing, which might be making the experience less hellish:

I’m trying to think of what I can talk about on this, my public social media account. Here’s something: I got bitten by a mosquito on the pad of my foot.

I shall do my utmost to new tweet with decorum.

I’m just realizing I’ve never had a public social media account EVER.

I’m doing this with a bad heart attitude as my mom would say.

Love this TikTok, love this creator. Have a post it note on it with all her recs. The Need was great!

“And they were given over to their socials and were exceedingly wicked, and tweeting and posting and snapping all the day long”

Sorry too much pressure for a first post.

Do you ever think that our socials are divine punishment from God?