Two thoughts to share: the other day Joelle got some popcorn flavored jelly belly jellybeans, and I had resisted trying them on principle but I walked by earlier and they were just sitting there so I threw a handful in my mouth and the only way I can describe how I feel about it is the last time I felt like this about something was when I was 12- 13 and saw Harold and Maude lying in bed naked or when I watched the Caligula movie a year or two later.
The second is that trying to open those vacuum sealed individually wrapped string cheese packages is one of the most maddening damned things I have ever done and you can’t just cut across the top and squeeze it out from the bottom there’s no fucking way that is working that’s like trying to get a fat person out of a wetsuit (don’t ask) and I have yet to open one without blaspheming a god I don’t even believe in at least once.
But I gotta get this dog to like me so here we are handfeeding strips of string cheese without making direct eye contact and not moving fast while keeping Thurston at bay.










