My life doesn't have a primary category
Weeklyish #1
Substack makes you choose a primary category, which makes sense as a social media site but makes none as a writing platform. I forever long for the days of Blogger and Livejournal, when me and all my teenage secondary school friends wrote about the most boring, whatever crap that happened in our little lives. Abigail and I went to the flea market on Sunday, then we went to McDonalds, on Monday Mrs Lee was a bitch, I have so much Chemistry homework to do, basketball practice was so fun today, we had watermelon on a hot day.
That’s not culture, or philosophy, or humor. That’s just goddamn life. I’m just bored that every blog has a take on something, notes on swimming this summer, lessons I learnt about my situationship while baking shepherd’s pie, blah blah. I love(d) reading about people’s mundane lives. Give me your weekly vlog, written. I’ll lap it up.
Anyway. One of my favourite things that makes me laugh is AI-written slop. Here is an argument my boyfriend and I are having with AI about using his razor.
I figured I should write something completely ungenerated, untouched by AI, every week. Just to delay the impending degeneration of my brain into mash potato.
This week,
my boyfriend and I are fostering a dog called Shiloh. It’s very difficult, because it seems like she has come from a neglected environment. She’s not house-trained, or anything-trained, so she doesn’t sit, or come when called, or anything. She also growls a lot. Don’t know how long we will have her for, but we’re trying our best with what we have. Lots of walks, on the beach, in the woods.
It’s getting colder here in Nova Scotia. I get cold easily but I love being cold. Can you believe October is almost over?
I’ve been
reading Intermezzo by Sally Rooney and Careless People by Sarah Wynn-Williams
playing a little city sim-builder called Town to City. Very cute. Very cosy.
watching Us by Jordan Peele