If we gave Superman lead plate armor would that at least protect his chest from kryptonite?? It's not like lead hurts him. Just like buy him a nice toxic chest plate he can put between himself and his suit to protect his presumably vital internal alien organs
in june i drove from utah to tennessee (26 hour drive one way at that time) to go to a summer camp hosted by my favorite band
now i’m going from utah to idaho to see them in concert and i’m so burnt out from that cross country trip earlier this year that i’m dreading a 5 hour drive lmao
So a life update before I start. I got a new job. Started my second week this week. It’s at a Catholic nursing home. I’m the receptionist/concierge. All the management is cool and chill and the residents are really sweet and it’s just a chill atmosphere. There’s birds and a giant fish tank and I get to feed them and take care of them I love it. I do miss the drama of healthcare but if this is where God wants me, I’ll take it. Plus my anthropology brain can deep dive into some topics. I saw a cool photo from the Edwardian period in a resident’s room and I wanted to look at it closer and really see it but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
I have so much downtime now and I’m finding myself thinking more and more about my current hyper fixation, Formula 1. Well mostly the drivers.
I mentioned in a previous post that I have a fantasy where Charles Leclerc falls in love with me and I leave everything and Dwight and I move to Monaco to live happily ever after with Charles.
(Charles is into girls half my size and flawless, highly doubt he’d be into me an American catholic neurodivergent lady from the Midwest 😅😅😅)
But like I can’t stop thinking about him and Pierre Gasly and sometimes Carlos. Sometimes Max too.
But it’s usually my Monegasque (Charles) that is wondering around my mind. Heck I prayed for him before his unfortunate race on Sunday and I’m still praying for a victory now.
It’s like I’m in middle school again. Like this can’t be healthy but like I’m so bored.
Why do I care about these guys that do t know I exist? Why do I get sad when something bad happens to them? Like poor Charles getting DQ’d after Sunday’s race and screwed over by Ferrari. Am I just a super fan?
Plus a good portion of my instagram feed is F1. So like I can’t get away.
Plus ever since I saw Pierre in a Mahomes jersey my interest has peaked in him. Then of course I saw him in my dream. He is French and a KC chiefs fan? Hell yeah.
Turns out a couple of Chiefs players are Alpine investors so that is probably why…but hey KC is still my hometown and I love my hometown.
What is with me a French/Monegasque boys lately? The two are lovable dorks that are around my age and I am a fan of French/Monegasque culture.
Halsey is posting a ton of Badlands content on Insta. Wonder if this means we're getting some homages to the seed that planted so many parasocial relationships.