gonna quit this crazy scene
Dec. 23rd, 2021 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brandywine28Another 'three things' post! They may not be exciting, but they get the job done!
-- I bought myself a little poinsettia plant and stuck it up on the mantel. Poinsettia petals are (famously) toxic to cats, so this is literally the first time I've ever had one in my home. A guy was selling them on the street, and I shrugged and thought, "yeah, might as well". It's possible he caught me in a self-pitying moment. More than possible.
The plant is very pretty. I'm doing my best to enjoy it.
-- I saw Darren Criss at the Beacon withsperrywink Monday night! The man puts on a good show. Great, even. And he's so charming and compact; I may or may not have spent the past three days fantasizing about carrying him around in a sequined baby bjorn. What? Don't make this weird.
We had a special VIP package, meaning mostly that we got to attend a little pre-show thing where he came out and interacted with us for a bit. And -- I feel that I must share this with you -- on Monday morning, my mother told me about a dozen times, "whatever you do, don't let him kiss you on the mouth." Like, ???? Presumably because of Omicron, but she never specified that; she just kept on saying things like, "Don't let him kiss you. You don't know where he's been!" "Don't let him kiss you. Even if he's really persistent about it."
Finally, I was just like, alright, Ma, I will do my best to fend him off. (What she thought this VIP package entailed, I cannot tell you.)
Then when I got back that night, I barely had one foot in the door when she barked, "he didn't try to kiss you, did he?" I'm still cackling. This woman wildly overestimates my appeal.
-- I was looking for some last minute gift inspo and clicked on one of those internet lists: "50 Stocking Stuffer Ideas for Moms", something like that. I kid you not, one of the recommended items was a vibrator. Just, normal list, normal list, socks, bath bombs, then -- bam. Vibrator. Right in the middle. That I forgot to save the link in order to share it with you all will forever be my biggest regret.
Who on God's green earth is buying their mother sex toys for Christmas? That question wasn't rhetorical. I want names.
-- I bought myself a little poinsettia plant and stuck it up on the mantel. Poinsettia petals are (famously) toxic to cats, so this is literally the first time I've ever had one in my home. A guy was selling them on the street, and I shrugged and thought, "yeah, might as well". It's possible he caught me in a self-pitying moment. More than possible.
The plant is very pretty. I'm doing my best to enjoy it.
-- I saw Darren Criss at the Beacon with
sperrywink Monday night! The man puts on a good show. Great, even. And he's so charming and compact; I may or may not have spent the past three days fantasizing about carrying him around in a sequined baby bjorn. What? Don't make this weird.We had a special VIP package, meaning mostly that we got to attend a little pre-show thing where he came out and interacted with us for a bit. And -- I feel that I must share this with you -- on Monday morning, my mother told me about a dozen times, "whatever you do, don't let him kiss you on the mouth." Like, ???? Presumably because of Omicron, but she never specified that; she just kept on saying things like, "Don't let him kiss you. You don't know where he's been!" "Don't let him kiss you. Even if he's really persistent about it."
Finally, I was just like, alright, Ma, I will do my best to fend him off. (What she thought this VIP package entailed, I cannot tell you.)
Then when I got back that night, I barely had one foot in the door when she barked, "he didn't try to kiss you, did he?" I'm still cackling. This woman wildly overestimates my appeal.
-- I was looking for some last minute gift inspo and clicked on one of those internet lists: "50 Stocking Stuffer Ideas for Moms", something like that. I kid you not, one of the recommended items was a vibrator. Just, normal list, normal list, socks, bath bombs, then -- bam. Vibrator. Right in the middle. That I forgot to save the link in order to share it with you all will forever be my biggest regret.
Who on God's green earth is buying their mother sex toys for Christmas? That question wasn't rhetorical. I want names.