I’m impressed with my boyfriend and me- after 27 years of on again/off again, we managed a record reconciliation after only two days of being broken up. And we did so fully joking about giving each other the New Super Gonorrhea. We aren’t, obviously- it’s a joke. But why on earth are people over using antibiotics because of a pandemic caused by a damn virus? If that’s you, then you’re an idiot, and you deserve Super Gonorrhea.
Today I checked back into Extended Stay America for the next 10 days, because I have Evita for two weekends in a row now, and I can’t bring myself to have those weekends with her at my mother’s house. In fact, I’d actually rather have Super Gonorrhea. The studio is super cute and once I get all my crap put away, I’ll post pictures. The above cover of The New Yorker reminds me of me in this studio.
One of my friends adopted a one-eyed cat. Here it is:
Another friend (rather, a person in one of my Facebook groups) did this to their cat:
And the other day I parked under the wrong damn tree: