oy vey
when it stops raining, here i will go: new york botanical garden. i hear it's nice.

so can we discuss crushes? there's something about spring that makes me crush on boys. i once made up a joke when i was a kid:

what did the boulder say to the boy when she fell on him?
i've got a crush on you.

i used to think that was so funny and witty of me.
but back to crushes. i'm finding that i'm opting into one, whereas when i was younger they used to sneak up on me and take over my emotions. this is healthier but weirder and makes me want to chalk it up to old age.