I mean, as a single person, living in the city, my rent is ~36% of my salary. Not to detract from the story of The Handmaids Tale… but digress.. this story is shitty, but very real given historicals.

And I’d rather just be happy in Italy poor drinking wine on the beach, than here, “rich” paying ~75-80% of my salary JUST to survive.

So much so that I’ve reconsidered fleeing the US. It may not be now, it may not be in 2 years. But the rate at which democracy is declining — even me posting this — could result in some crazy shit.

Also I get it but… June is being unreasonably harsh this season. I really truly get it— I’m a sense, I have no children #gay— but still.. like idk I have so many thoughts on this already.

Carm needs to figure out his shit, bc the chaos is not it. He’s so trapped in his mind about everything, and I get it. But Clair was right, it’s loud for everyone. I want Carmen to succeed, I want him to be happy with everything he does. I want him to get help.

But Clair setting a boundary in S4e3, was a needed shocker. She was right. She needed him to open up and he just couldn’t. He couldn’t provide what she needed. Emotional availability is super important.

So I’m sat here beside myself because i find myself, at Carm and Claire. I WANT them to work, because they are actually great.

So much thought went into #thebear and I am so glad I’m watching it, yet my heart is still breaking each episode.

That memory of Mikey in S2 was just a snip, but when you get full context in S3, it just breaks you again.

She’s grown so much, and the call back from S2 when Mikey shows her the picture, to S3.E6 was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

S2E2 has me crying AGAIN!

Yall, it is currently 93°, feels like 108° in Virginia Beach AT 11AM. It’s just sauce. Poor chick-fil-a employees.

The husband chimes in, “we understand things like this happen but it’s crazy, why would they take the bag and come back with nothing”

10 minutes of her arguing with the staff over “why someone would forget” and that it’s “ridiculous that they had to come back in”

They gave her sauce, but apparently it wasn’t enough or not the right one —I wasn’t trying to be too nosey.

She’s mad because they forgot her sauce when she left so she had to come back.

Just got into Gods Favorite Chicken Place, and what do I hear? A Karen W/ Bob.