I’m writing this on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving with the intention of having it written before I go home and get swept up in festivities (read: chopping potatoes and stressing out abt the fact that I cut them too big). I spent all weekend with friends at a few friendsgivings, which made my heart feel warm and full and I could tell you all about how much I love my friends and what makes each of them individually so special, but I think that would get boring and I’ve probably already told each of them in various birthday cards and drunk convos, so instead! This newsletter is going to be sort of a recounting of some musings I’ve been having. Hope everyone has delicious meals this week, Thanksgiving-related or not. :’)
I went to two (2!) doctors appointments this week: dentist and a new GP. Both of them are hot young women and I think most doctors should be hot young women or kind, older women because I personally feel more cared for by them and this is my newsletter.
I discovered I’m using 50% of my family’s iCloud data partially because I have a million voice memos starting from 2011 when I used to record myself practicing clarinet, back when I thought clarinet was my thing. I frequently wonder what 15 year old Lily would think of me now. I think she’d be happy with the person I am, but she’d also be like “why am I spending so much time on clarinet then” and to that I’d say “idk character building???”
It’s getting dark super early again and of course that makes me sad (bc of my SAD). I talked to my psychiatrist about this and she asked “how’s your mood” and I didn’t know how to answer that question and then she said “I think rich people should give away their money, they don’t need all this money, their future generations don’t even use it all” and I was like “agreed” and it was the deepest conversation we ever had.
My hot GP called poop “BM” yesterday and it reminded me of how I thought it was hilarious to call bar mitzvahs “BMs” because then when I said the sentence “I’m going to Sarah’s BM tomorrow” it sounded like I was attending her morning poop.
I think the sexiest part of Succession is the commentary on wealth’s influence on society and politics. JK obviously, it’s Shiv’s ass.
I dropped an Alexa on my foot and it bruised pretty bad. Then I had a dream about the fragility of life. Is this what aging does to you!??!?!?!
I need to get a haircut.
I think that might be it for now. Was this fun or completely deranged? I, for one, may never know!
Here’s a pic of me trying to bond w this cat who is really beautiful but didn’t like me for some unknown reason (I touched her too much)
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