“Elaine, bald men with no jobs, and no money, who live with their parents, don’t approach strange women.”

running

My body is changing.  The new workout regime has made me stronger quickly.  I didn’t realize it would affect the way I move.  I’m far less clumsy and more conscious of my body, even when not focusing on it.  My motions are fluid instead of choppy.  I take breaks to stretch throughout the day.  The signals my system sends when I need to eat or drink are getting through consistently.

I feel almost giddy when thinking about how quickly it’s happening.  I’m on the cusp of making another change.  I’ve given it lots of thought, and I’ve decided I’m not going to run anymore.  Instead, I’m going to walk.  I often mention I’m quite literal.  Sometimes, it’s best to strategize accordingly.  So I’m going to slow down.  I have Hypokalemia.  A month ago, I was dehydrated most of the time because the thirst signal rarely got through.

It meant often awakening in the wee hours with a charlie horse in a hamstring or calf.  It’s a shitty way to wake up.  I usually manage to work it out within a few minutes, but by then I’m sweating and almost crying.  When I was in uni, I got one in my hamstring while in the middle of an exam, once.  I managed to work it out without attracting attention, but not without a few tears.  That moment shows up in my nightmares, sometimes.  🤪

I’m walking around with the anticipation of both Beyoncé and Fleetwood Mac concerts in the future.  It’s a lot like skipping.  I’m regaining control over my attention span, which rocks.  I can watch TV again.  I caught up on The Big Bang Theory.  I still love it.  Chuck Lorre is a master at creating loveable, engaging characters.  The casting is superb as well.  You can tell the actors have the creative freedom to give their role dimension.

head rub

I forgive Rosanne.  My gut insisted.  Bill Marr pointed out the fact she’s mentally ill.  She’s not preventing her symptoms from harming others.  It’s a responsibility of all adults, but sometimes we fail at adulting.  It’s kind of why it’s a thing.  Most of us are trying our hardest to maintain, but we all struggle at some point.  Instead of being hurt by what she already said, I choose to hope she doesn’t repeat her mistake.  My gut,  my rules.  🙃

I cut off all my hair, today.  I’m catching up to Willow Smith.  💪🏽  I love that old soul.  Now that I’m working out for real, it’s become a hygiene issue because my hair is ridic thick.  The necessary daily hair washing only works when my hair is barely there.  Fortunately, I have a lovely shaped head (according to my mom.)  The bonuses include built-in air conditioning during the hottest summer on record, a drastic reduction in hair care product use, and my new favorite stim;  rubbing my head.  Yay.  I’m off to beat my drums with sticks.

 

You’re not a little anything, Newman.

My mom taught me a trick when I was a young girl to help build up my confidence.  It involved visualizing what I want to change.  It helped with team sports.  (I still sucked, but I sucked confidently.)  I’ve decided to employ this technique with 45 and the complicit GOP members.  I plan on making a graphic a day to help visualize 45 going away.  Please feel free to play along.  I just pictured 45 in an orange prison jumpsuit.

I hope they can find one to fit his rapidly expanding girth.  (Stress eating is a bitch.)  Now I see him floating around like in the movie, Dune, as Baron “45” Harkkonen, since he’s also not a walker.  Interestingly, they share a personality, too.

Okay, now feel free to picture Sting coming out of the steamer.

I know, right?  (Snapping gum.)  Where was I?  Right.  At this point, my inclination is to visualize Putin dying in a fire.  (Thanks, Pussy Riot!)

I remember a time when I would have been hesitant to wish ill on anyone.  Not in this case.  As I’ve repeatedly stated in this blog, I’m a protector.  I despise those who live to destroy, murder, and terrorize.  Putin is a danger to the living.  He’s expendable.  All fascists are expendable.  Die in a fire, you fucking Hitler wannabe.  You’re evil and pathetic.

45 is probably unwell.  However, he’s still accountable for his actions.  The GOP is complicit.  All my representatives are complicit members of the GOP, which clearly stands for Groupies of Putin.  Or Gluttons of Power.  Disgusting.  Naturally, they haven’t commented on the latest White Terrorist attack.  They’re complicit in the increased racist violence, too.  45’s normalization and participation in white supremacy are complicit.  The people who continue to support him are complicit.  They’re normalizing his disastrous reign and cheering him on.  Some of them are incapable of recognizing their error.  Others are just evil.  Some don’t care and enjoy being deplorable.  Every one of them who shares their support on the internet will be remembered for their treachery, although, the vast majority believe they’re not accountable for what they say when (they think) they’re anonymous.

Nobody is anonymous on the internet.  Just like there’s no such thing as hacker-proof software.  The footprints made on the web today will be easily retraced tomorrow, with faster and more powerful hardware.  So go ahead and be a troll.  Just don’t cry when it comes back to bite you in the ass.  I’ll be the one pointing and laughing.  Karma’s a bitch, too.  Off to visualize.