Whatever you do, do not fan approach me

Ok so before I finish up my Hong Kong story, I would like to do a post on the current state of events. Because there has been a lot going on, and I now realized I mostly keep this blog as an events tracker for myself. And the rest of the world to read. It’s like a really fucked up secret journal.

A really close friend of mine is moving to Oregon today. And that’s such a hipster thing to do, I’m not sure whether to feel sad or jealous. I’m happy for her because I’m sure whatever her plans, and changes in life, it will all turn out for the best. And I’m really selfishly pissed off because I won’t get to hang out with the person who once forced me to yell at Alexa, trying to see if we can talk her into a mental breakdown. AND think it’s hilarious. And this was even way before Alexa became a thing.

Coincidentally, this next piece of information I was going to tell you is also Amazon related. I seriously need to apply for an affiliate program with them. And start earning those 3 cents per click, because I deserve them dammit. Anyway, I’m not sure if you’ve heard about this or not, but Amazon released these Dash Buttons. And what you can now do is keep refilling your toilet paper with a single click. Which is a huge welcome moment for me. Because no matter how you twist it there is no hipster way of buying toilet paper. Or tampons. Or lube. You get the idea. So these buttons have your stuff delivered in two days, and there is absolutely no need to leave your house ever again. Best invention AmIRight. Unless you live in a New York city apartment and package delivery is questionable at best, then you’re kind of screwed.

But enough about politics, let’s talk entertainment. Also, I was totally not talking about politics there. I’m not sure why I have to clarify myself. I am watching, and tremendously enjoying, these TV series on Netflix called Easy. And since this is the perfect time of year to hibernate, you’re welcome. Fair warning, it’s about awkward life’s sex situations. Like who can’t relate to problems stemming out of a lesbian relationship, or a good, old threesome? Umm, what? Exactly. Watch it…*whispers* there’s stuff your mother warned you about.

I met with a…character, let’s call him that. A fellow neighbor from Williamsburg, who’s also a musician, and who plays accordion, and theremin. This last one I had to google. He has agreed to an interview specifically for this blog, and for that I thank him. That post is to follow eventually, but for now you can check him out on Instagram here.

For New Year’s, I’m going to the Gemini and Scorpio’s Loft party. Same one I went to last year, and wrote about here. There are still tickets, and they’re fairly cheap, and you can get them here. Whatever you do, do not fan approach me, I’m a lot worse in real life.

Just kidding.

Or am I.

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