AboutHuzzah! I'm B. Welcome to the little corner of the interwebs known as my blog. Expect sarcastic remarks, overuse of adjectives, attempts at wit, thrilling tales of ineptitude, and general musings on life as I know it.
I’m sure I pulled the weirdest face at the man on the bus who complimented me on my shoes ('Nice boots.') and the girl behind the counter at the bakery who commented on my baked goods preferences ('You like the sweet buns.'). It took me way longer than it should have to register that neither of them were, in fact, saying creepy things to me.
'B… Every time I say your name, I think of Beyoncé.’
I obviously pointed out I’m significantly less fabulous, but that was easily the highlight of an otherwise shit week, both for dumb headspace reasons and on a wider, the world is a terrible fucking place scale.
Zen is not normally a feeling I get when I sit down for a meal like a person does, but sitting having lunch looking out over the city the other day, downwind from a not terrible busker, and blissfully alone on the terrace for at least a solid twenty minutes before the parade of obnoxious business bros stepping out to eat, was maybe the emptiest my head’s been of late, so I’m just not going to question it, because man, did it feel nice to have that holy mess die down for a bit.
My brain’s busy doing the high intensity ruminating that this time of year inevitably lends itself to, which is super fun and not at all emotionally draining. Is there an overwrite function for this? Like, can I press the insert key or something?