my voice is lost. i’ve been talking in a very low squeak since i started this job. and it only seems to diminish once i leave work. i have developed a white-collar work voice, but it sounds pretty contained. it could use an upgrade, or four maybe. i say ‘good morning’ in a squeak and ‘thank you’ in a squeak. squeakity squeakity. in fact, i forget about my real voice until i get home, at which point, i yell and/or proclaim everything. just because i can.
today i drank steamed milk instead of coffee. i still don’t think my brain realizes it got tricked. in which case, i have gotten my zippyness off of hot milk today. i am really just a giant baby. who squeaks.
i’m going speed dating tonight. i’m not particularly worried or stressed about it. i’m just wondering what i’m going to have to do to make something exciting happen. i do have sort of a head start. i’m wearing this “pretty” silver necklace. lemme explain. almost every other woman who has seen it today has said, oh that’s such a pretty necklace. except i looked at it again more closely in the bathroom mirror because i put it on as an afterthought. and it’s a silver necklace with little pairs of metal silver balls hanging off of it. in fact, i thought to myself, it looks like a salute to testicles. a salute to testicles in an understated way. if speed dating requires me to call out the significance of my necklace in a public fashion, i shall have to do it.
so tell me about your necklace…
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