how nashville’s sidewalks are practically begging to be walked on

Hello! I thought I would show you my middle school pottery project, which is meant to be Miranda Sings in pot form. I was a little stingy on the teeth, but I want it to be known that it wasn’t at all personal. Although, maybe a little.

To update you on my last post, you should know I regularly drink caffeine again. In fact, some would say “chain-drinking” it. No one actually says that, but I like to apply the prefix of “chain-smoking” to all my addictive habits.

Something I noticed on my morning coffee runs: Nashville’s sidewalks have a lot of interactive street art for a city with very few pedestrians. So much so that I find myself shamelessly conversing with cement. The other day, I saw a heart painted on the street that said, “OMG…Am I Okay?” My instincts took hold of me, and I responded, “I don’t know, queen, but lowkey, I’m not.” The sidewalk then seemed to respond because, in just a couple of steps, another painting said, “In the end, the loser wins.” I’d say our friendship is pretty concrete! 🤣 Talk about urban planning or whatever!

Here’s a question I’ve been grappling with recently: If I had to live through a dystopian takeover, which one would I pick? If Dylan O’Brien was guaranteed, I might pick Maze Runner, although I think I would succeed more in Divergent (my faction is Amity, which appears to be very chill). Mull it over and text me your thoughts.