A day with Andrew.

Had a lot of fun with music this month. Listened A LOT. Hope you find a song you like.

xo,
Botch

You help me lose my mind..

You help me lose my mind
And you bring me something I can't define
Help me lose my mind, make me wonder
What I felt before
Keep biding my time
How much longer?
Who've I been waiting for?
How much longer?

MASK OFF.

It's been a long time. We've been in this panini for over a year now. We've been in LOCK DOWN for almost a year. I haven't seen anyone beyond my colleagues in FOREVER.. so when I got the vaccine, I thought I might cry. This moment in history, I was a part of it. As the nurse injected into my arm, it was like.. festivals, dances, loves, friends, family.. it all flashed before my eyes. I chose healthcare because it's a promised income, a job that will always be in demand and I wanted to help. I wanted to be part of change in the world. I did not expect healthcare to be this. I'm not complaining, just surprised.

However, I'm here. I made it. I didn't catch Covid, I was extremely careful. I was diligent. I washed my hands, I told people I couldn't/wouldn't hang out. I haven't seen my mom. I've heard Covid patients crying from pain, I promise you, that party, that hook up, that drink with "only two people" isn't worth it.

I'm vaccinated now. My symptoms haven't gone further than a sore arm, similar to when you get your flu shot. Anyways, now that I'm vaccinated, I'm gonna go lick a bunch of boys! And girls!

It's a joke.

Looking forward to what once was. Looking forward to planes and concerts and festivals and shows and drinks and food and beaches and homes. Keep pushing baby, it's going to be a while but we will get there. Grab your mask, grab your hand sanitizer, get it boo. The world is yours, and you deserve it. I love you so much.

Xx,
Botch

...

Stuck in love but alone in my bed.
Thoughts of you rush my head.

I REALLY LOVE THE CARAMEL FLAVOR IN THIS.

Let's be real. We all know this guy. WHY ARE THEY ALL THE SAME?!! I don't wanna hear it! I have met craft beer drinkers where I've happily stated I do not like IPAs, and then had them talk my head off about IPAs. My head had already rolled out the door, but they continue...

WE'RE AFTER THE SAME RAINBOW'S END.

I asked my closest circle what genre of music I listen to has surprised them the most. I was met with a few answers: oldies, 1920s and punk. I've had a few discussions about music as of late, and for the majority of discussion, I've (along with others) have come to realize: there are no bad genres. There are only bad songs. A lot of my posts have been centered around songs because music is the biggest thing in my world. It has been since I was a young girl. I started making mixtapes when I was around 8.

There are quite a few covers of this song, but Audrey's 1961 version is something else. The lyrics are *chefs kiss*. I googled Audrey just now AFTER I wrote this much and discovered that Audrey passed on this very day in 1993. I swear to the universe, I am a psychic. I hope you have a good day and I hope this song finds you well.

Xo,
Botch

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE IN MY LIFE.

This is still one of my favorite Daft Punk songs. It's Wednesday morning. I hope you liked this song.
Xo,
Botch

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway
I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you
I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

A DAY WITH ANDREW, WHAT A DAY.

Santigold used to be in a punk band called, "Stiffed", and it's everything but better than what you expected it to be. What? YA. This song saved me. PERFECTION. Fun and flirty, this song SLAPS. I listened to it on loop on NYE. I put on my make up, put on a fit, felt attractive, felt happy, and literally did nothing. As soon as I go on dates/go for drinks again this will be my go to get ready song.

Xo,

Botch

PANIC ATTACK.

I wrote a poem called "Panic Attack" that I wrote after a couple of panic attacks. Sometimes they hit due to past trauma, sometimes they're because I can't get ready at a speed that I'd like to, sometimes they're because I'm not sure if I said the wrong word in a conversation last month, sometimes I can't identify a trigger at all. You never know what you're going to get with mental health, but I am thankful that sometimes I can put enough words together in some sort of sloppy rhyme thing and it generally makes me feel a bit better.

Xo,
Botch

TIME SLOW.

Some people will remember your birthday, some people won't. Some people will remember your birthday and they still won't wish you a happy birthday, and that's something the heart remembers.

Happy birthday, to me.