Swerve is technically a ‘doctor’ right? Would he have sensitive hands? Asking for a friend.

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Swerve is technically a ‘doctor’ right? Would he have sensitive hands? Asking for a friend.
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the amount of television i’ve watched in quarantine is, quite frankly, insane. i wonder how many ‘normal’ years worth of screen time i racked up in 2020. i wonder how many fewer average hands i've held, people i've hugged, hours i've spent in transit. how many more hours i've spent listening to isaac breathe. and to taylor swift.
leaving here is going to be hard, but leaving him is kind of unfathomable. at least we'll have our grand finale back in semi real life, back in our favorite restaurants and favorite parks, instead of whiling away the hours in front of a new show. i'm glad we got to share so many of our favorite shows together, for the first time and for the tenth time. i can't imagine going through 2020 without a partner, and i'm so lucky mine was of the highest caliber. facing a new year in a new place after quitting the person you've been wrapped up with the longest and most intimately, cold turkey......... ??????
i'm leaving my first job! a pretty decent job, at a horrible, batshit fucking crazy company. some wonderful people and a lot of really garbage people. i'm going to miss our beautiful campus, our amazing food. madison is earthy in a way that chicago isn't, that california certainly isn't. i wish i had more time to say goodbye, i wish i was staying another year, and i also can't wait to get out. make it make sense.
it's sad to be leaving after a year without bars and parties and dinners and kickbacks. this city is usually so lively and energetic that it feels like time stopped, the music ended, and i have to leave after its coda. before it restarts. in the dead space. exit, pursued by no bear.
but i'm not going to pity myself (for too long); this is a choice i made and it's the right one. i have a month to get up off my ass and soak up as much midwestern sun as i fucking can, i'm going to force myself to be social and say proper goodbyes, i'm going to inhale as much of isaac as i possibly can. i'll take him with me that way.
voicemail voicemail bitch yuh check yo line
if you can find a reason, a reason to change
eating all your daily grains
June 4th
So like today I woke up and I *almost* didn’t feel like I was dying, sooo there’s that? Whoo
There's swing music in my head and my feet just can't help but move.
Seriously though, swing music comes on and I WILL start dancing. Or making trumpet noises. Or both. Probably both.