I was born a bastard and all I got was this Deuteronomic curse that lasts ten generations...

Hi!
I saw you comment on someone I follow's FB post and thought: omg, I haven't seen any posts in forever, and looked you up assuming I must have neglected to follow you.
But I hadn't.
Know that you've got one internet rando who noticed and cared.
I'm sorry it took so long to show up and say so.

It's probably gentrified a fair bit since I went but Tulum, about 2hrs by cab from the Cancun airport is the main location of my sunny vacation daydreams.

My time in Toronto may have been short in part because I sent my CV and cover letter to every theatre in town explaining in enthusiastic detail why I would be a great fit at the Tarragon.

Sounds like it was the "caramel" part that got his attention.

Ask me to explain the same thing to the same dozen people over and over again in a million ways with no end of asking, and I am trapped in a sysyphian nightmare that truly highlights the oppressive nature of the modern nation state.

2/2

@trashweasel.bsky.social rude of you to just share our nudes like this.

Bar San Quasette would be named in honour of a fictional Californian city.
Bar Sans Casette would have no casette.
Bar Saint-Casette would be a holy place.
I really like Bar Sank Asset but it might not pass loi 101.

I swear every day this week I've sighed and said "at least it's Friday!" caught myself, and then sighed again.

I'm working on an email to ya, it includes a request for your addy.

I had no idea it was such a hot commodity!

The LCBO doesn't carry it? I can ship you a birthday bottle, my neighbourhood SAQ has 33 in stock rn.

Hummed and sung Lo Yisa Goy over and over again to drown out  intrusive thoughts and other hateful things.

13/13

Took a workshop about witches dybbuks to escape the trauma for a few hours.

12/13