Padam, Padam.
I don't believe Kylie Minogue creating the soundtrack to June was on anyone's Bingo card in 2023, but then again, it's Kylie Minogue—she does this, no sweat. In alliance with the newly revised constitution, my June was very much "Padam Padam".
Also, I was very in the exterior—outside—in a manner that I much rather not be, but the Lord was on my side the whole time, replenishing my pockets in a way that consistently kept me in "main character" mode.
As June draws to a close, I have decided not to be the devil, who asked Jesus in the bible to jump off the edge of that mountain because Jesus should have known He'd survive—and to prove himself. The Lord's love is boundless, but I do need to chill out.
New Husband Alert.
You know me...fast.
The algorithm had become aware that I had recently reacquainted myself with an old fling and decided to Butler up the timeline for me a little. What she (it, them, whatevs) did not anticipate was that no level of a handsome face could force me to tolerate that much Elvis Presley content in my life—I just cannot. Mr. Butler himself was also starting to drive me up the wall a little as well. It was too much Elvis worship in that very actor-ey sense that is just...cringy, especially from the wrong source. I'm able to accept their self-aggrandizing and process, process, process when it's something that fascinates me, but girl, Elvis Presley? I quickly filed for divorce. It gave very much peace-seeking Libra; let's divorce now before I hate your guts and seek your downfall for a while because I feel it coming.
Enter The Entrepreneur of Grief Articulation: Andrew Garfield.
("Lol love you AG 🦋")
I know. Me and these damn letter "A" men. Ugh. I don't know if it's a sign, but I remain observing closely.
What does it for me this time, is his dedication to constantly being in his feelings somewhere. I'd previously seen photos from the one...spicy GQ piece. You know the one (yes, even before I added a photo here. don't lie). Our boy looked like a squirrel no more! I was immediately prompted to watch another interview; the grief piece with Stephen Colbert (that everyone had been mentioning for about a year).
That was what did it for me, girl. I support feeling all the feelings...all the time.
That's where we're at... in courtship. I have a feeling this is one of those band-aid relationships, but we remain open minded. I'm more loyal to women anyway.
It's Me and Rug Washing ASMR for Life.
I would just leave videos here, but I fear I have to expand.
First: The genesis; a full wash process.
Then I discovered the "soap peel"; a vital part of the enjoyment in wash content consumption, but isolated. This first one in particular is a triple-threat soap scrape supreme.
Then I discovered the RugWash 15 Pro Max Ultra and my life was forever altered:
Here are my washing preferences:
Soap as white as possible (specifically for soap peel videos).
Don't be mistaken, I am resilient and can survive watching brown soap suds being slushed and scraped across a carpet, however, something about a rug that hasn't been through human—and other animal's—hell and back makes better washing content.
A Dirt Reynolds (or the like) vacuum should be involved.
Minimal hand brush scrubbing, please.
Frequent rinses underneath the rug during washes.
This is getting weird.
June Extras
It's me and milkshakes for life...or at least until I completely cut them off again. June was giving very much Kelis. Not the song, to clarify, but I did think of the song every time I had one—which was a lot.
I'm so disappointed in myself for being so unserious and forgetting this in the May post—granted, that was an emergency episode. I left it sitting in my notes app for a whole month.
It's a video that made me genuinely cackle. Very off-guard funny. I was nosily looking at trending topics on Twitter and, if you aren't familiar, there's this tab on the top of the "For You" page for current events, breaking news or award shows, etc. It's often sports—so I don't care, really—but on this day, it wasn't simply sports, but also one of the oddest things to happen on live TV. So innocuously odd.
Jokić trying to put on the NBA finals tee.
So first, I would like to recognize the work it took me in finding out what this man's name is. Not much, honestly. Still, great work, me.
First, he attempts to put on the shirt—fail.
Then, he circles it on the periphery of his head—fail.
Then, he examines the shirt as though he isn't sure what size he's working against.
He then attempts to pay attention to the celebration, hence turning the shirt into a half sleeve.
By god, is he going to try again??? 🤦♀️... oh... no? Praise be.
This shirt will be framed and hung in his home.
See you soon.
TTYL XOX.