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I'm very nervous for this Avs game

I'm not sure if I'm seeing an extra influx of "spring has sprung" messages/headlines/captions today, or if it just feels that way because it's snowing 🥴

Watching Gabe Landeskog play hockey again ❤️

Look, the world is on fire. It has been on fire. But there are still pregnant dogs in sweaters depending on us. And non-pregnant dogs in sweaters. And dogs without sweaters. (Photo from a Dodo story about this sweet baby who gave birth to NINE puppies. I've been obsessing all day. SHE IS GLOWING.)

So my plan for National Poetry Month (April), is to read only poetry. I have about 25 unread collections, so we'll see how many I get through!

Every night, I go through the same argument in my head: "I'm tired, I don't think I'll floss or use mouthwash after brushing my teeth, just for tonight." "REMEMBER WHEN YOU HAD A ROOT CANAL FOUR YEARS AGO CAUSE YOU DIDN'T GO TO THE DENTIST FOR LIKE 10 YEARS"

"I had a spy jacket!" "What made it a spy jacket?" "It was the jacket I spied in."

I! Hate! Connor! McDavid!

I got to spend the last two weekends with 4/6 of my bridesmaids and my cup feels so much fuller. It's hard having friends live far away, but how lucky to have so many people worth missing.

I AM NOT OKAY (Re: Mikko)

I am now the owner of not one, but two poetry collections inspired by Taylor Swift.

Watched the Boston Fleet game, and now onto the Avs. It's the most wonderful time of the year

My boyfriend thinks he's rooting for Sweden in the Four Nations Cup. Gonna go around chanting "USA hockey is do or die" until February cause I'm patriotic in athletics and almost nothing else

Sat down and legit wrote something today. It's rough, but I have 1000 words on the page

I have been sick since November 19. Yesterday I seemed to be improving, I woke up this morning with no voice. Please send good thoughts that my chest x-ray can be scheduled soon

Some toe beans for your Friday night

Apparently this morning the new kitty was sleeping on my chest, and when I moved a little, she bapped me to get me to stay still. All this was relayed to me by my giggling boyfriend.

"I think things with vomit on them get priority" (CONTEXT: the kitty threw up on the sheets, so instead of washing my scrubs when I woke up, we're washing the sheets first. AND THE WASHER IS TAKING FOREVER)

I was trying to say "oy vey" in a text and my phone corrected it to "oh bet," which feels like a hate crime on several levels