what's new, pussycat?

~ kind of a lot actually ~

I never want to write to you unless I’ve written like a really good essay. It’s a problem really. I have such outsized reverence for both writing and reading that I get way too caught up in not wanting to waste anyone’s time, or put words out into the world that are like, just okay. So I think, Adrienne, unless you’ve written something you’re proud of, shut your yapper! But it’s really hard to churn out really good essays and it’s even harder for me to be proud of anything! And thus a million weeks go by between dispatches, which then makes me existential. Why do I have a newsletter? What do I have to say? WHO AM I?

Ew, gross.

So I’ve decided to get over myself. At least for today. If Katy Perry can be out on these streets putting “the ass in astronaut,” then perhaps I can put the new in newsletter. (Wow, that was bad. Moving on!)

there’s a dick joke in here somewhere, lemme know in the comments if you find it

I had to put my cat down in March. It was super sad and it sucked! I wrote him…