First game in a gay softball league today, haven’t played in over a decade. Was hittin ROPES, catchin outs in right, rung out a homer, and some dude after the game asked me if anyone’s ever told me I look like Dansby Swanson. I don’t, but I’ll take it. Don’t talk, ego too big.

Bottle of wine, chocolate bar, pint of ice cream, $7.38. Aldi STAYS winning.

Gay sports update: mightve torn my ACL Does this mean I’m old now I’m not ready

One of my biggest worries has come true. I have an MRI tomorrow morning. I have 13 piercings. I’ve never taken 4 of them out before, and 2 more of them I’m not even entirely sure how to.

My favorite part of “Bottle Shots And Listen To Music” nights are when I think I found a great new song, perfect for a playlist I’m curating, just to discover that it’s already on there and I had no idea.

I have this running joke with one of my friends that the Wordle is like a daily fortune cookie or horoscope or something like that. Like the day after I tore my ACL the word was AGILE Which is fun & everything until you get words like today’s, which has me side eyeing everyone

Happy Sunday, time for church open.spotify.com/track/767NCpvh…

I miss that time in my life that I could shake ass with friends to songs from musicals. Can I get that back? I need that back.

I can’t think of an ACL pun so just pretend I did and do a nose exhale

I thought getting an apartment with a second bedroom would mean I’d have a guest room / home office. Timothy decided it means he gets his own room. He even chuffs and storms off to flop on the bed when he’s annoyed with me. When did he become a moody teenager.

The only time I feel out of place in a big city is when I try to explain to city people the ultimate catharsis that comes from crank-the-music-night-drives in the summer when you have something you need to but can’t say