months + May Swenson
Dear babes and bots, Once again, I am writing to you to let you know that I am sorry, I am late, I haven't written you in a while, and I'm sure you forgot about it. That's good. That's what I like to hear. in December and January... I was traveling and miraculously not getting COVID. I thought for sure it would happen. When I was in college, I remember going everywhere with reckless abandon; I missed my stop because I was sleeping on the train and managed to find myself in Delaware, I drank until I couldn't walk straight and relied on friends to carry me home, I was always late, or oversleeping, or going on a date, or canceling a date, or getting stood up. Ah, to be 21 and blissfully unaware. I stopped drinking so much when I realized the alcohol turned me into a public nudist, or someone who peed between rows of police cars, and I could very likely lose my job if caught. If we were all operating in a global pandemic like I did in college, everywhere we went would...