The behind-the-scences of my brain and life. Messy thoughts, mini wins or fails, awkward moments, and whatever’s in between.
Lately, I’ve noticed a pattern.A small, innocent thing I do.(Okay, maybe not that innocent when you really think about it.) Whenever I see a meme about Pedro Pascal – whether it’s him holding a coffee, giggling awkwardly in an interview, or, my personal favorite, memes about coping with life by simply existing in a Pedro Pascal-based fantasy…
For the past few months, I’ve been on and off with a lot of things. My course. My ukulele. My dreams of learning music theory. Working out. Getting my life together in some vaguely inspiring, Pinterest-board kind of way. You know – the usual. And in between those things, there’s been a quiet constant: puzzles.Thousand-piece…
Step 1:Send him memes.Not just one meme. A stream of memes. An endless drip-feed of chaotic, slightly unhinged Pedro Pascal-related humor. Step 2:Utilize Kelly Kapoor’s Theory of Desperation.If I DM him enough, the universe (and Pedro’s subconscious) will eventually conclude that he does in fact need me.(Science.) Step 3:Apply Michael Scott’s Pavlovian Hot Guy Method.Flood Pedro’s brain with so much content…
Let me take you back to what should’ve been one of the best days of my tiny little life: my birthday. I was probably two or three – toddler-aged, adorable, innocent, and living my best main character life as people sang “Happy Birthday” to me. All eyes were on me. The candles were lit. The…