Is it just that somehow every time I show up here we’re doing twists and deep hip openers, or have I just cried in this studio too many times to not (almost) cry in this studio?
“I send no string of pearls,
no bracelet — accept this.”
Can we just watch the Herbalife commercial every time? At least that’s a carefully diverse group of people being earnest instead of very earnestly rationalized racism on a large budget.
We got rained out! I wouldn’t have minded umbrella-ing, but the deck was so wet the actors might have slipped and really hurt themselves and the mics would get destroyed, so home we go. I don’t think they’re restaging it, so I’m bummed, but the first ten minutes were great.
My capital-e Ex-boyfriend was my camp counselor before we started dating (I KNOW). Going through my files just now, I found letters he gave me (I keep almost every note anyone sends me) while I was still a camper, ten years old now. When I put them in a folder to save, they were precious relics from one of the most emotionally significant periods of my very tiny young life. Now I wonder how it’s possible that he wasn’t fired—or that he managed to convince himself that that was okay. I can’t decide whether I should keep them out of loyalty to my baby self or get rid of them because I have been counseling staff for nine years and leadership for three and the kind of horrible judgment and foreshadowing of the later shitshow they exhibit makes me want to retch and cry.