Get in good trouble, necessary trouble.

Where am I going? Wrong answers only.

It’s been a long week. My garbage cans know how I feel.

Speaking of proper word usage, my bosses have me doing a lot more technical writing, content creation and UX writing, including microcopy (e.g. error messages). This belongs more on LinkedIn, except that I’m “borrowing” sometimes from other companies’ style guides. This, for example, is great!

Just leaving this here so my SO knows I’m not crazy when I say this. I speak San Francisco Bay Area and I guess they don’t use the word “grubbin” the same way in SoCal.

Anyway, the pesto orzo tofu salad they have at the cafe in my building today is pretty grubbin.

Things that seem weird, but are actually kinda good: pourable mozzarella. It’s also dairy-free, so doesn’t hurt my stomach. It’s got a little tang; I put it on my Caesar salad.

This is definitely me some days. I wore Salvador Dali socks to work today, then met my fiancé at Arthur Murray for a couple of hours of dancing. After we got back to his house and took off our shoes it turned out he had on socks with cameras. 📷

See those calf muscles? Those are dancers legs.

I learned a new word today: parasocial. It’s evidently parasocial and “weird” to feel empathy toward strangers, and also only specific people deserve care and concern. This is bananas to me. Misfortune doesn’t discriminate, but we do.

A coworker shared this with me at lunch today, since I used to work for SCRP.

I did not know Kat, but I can only imagine the circumstances leading up to this tragedy.

Her poor family and colleagues’ minds must be reeling right now. She leaves behind a child as well.

This is devastating. 💔

Just realized Dancing With The Stars airs on ABC, which is owned by Disney, so my ballroom obsession perfectly aligns with me marrying my Pixar Prince Charming in 6 months! 💍