Back From the Dead

The culprit is Netflix, as usual. This time it’s RuPaul’s Drag Race.

I don’t even know why it took me this long to discover the show (think ANTM but with drag queens: a million times more fabulous and a billion times less ~pretentious~) but I am now fully, fully invested - I binge-watched all nine seasons, plus All-stars, and then proceeded to watch all Untucked, Pit Stop, Fashion Photo RuView, and UHNhhh episodes, and now I don’t know what to do with my life because it’s off-season and Tracy Martel is off to shoot All-Stars 3.


P.S. It took me a solid month to get “Charisma Uniqueness Nerve and Talent”. My head is not fine.

Anyway.

I moved (yet again) a couple of months ago because, well, reasons. It’s never a fun activity, moving, but I find myself having to do it so frequently. Thankfully, rental prices are down in Singapore these days so I’m pretty chuffed with the flat that we ended up with.



Granted it’s not as nice as my Yokohama apartment, but seeing as I actually have to pay my own rent this time, I (literally) cannot afford to be nit-picky.



Of course once we’ve settled down after the hell that is moving day, I proceeded to spend all my free time just holed up inside my room (I prefer to call it “nesting”). However, today I decided it’s time to open the windows, air out the apartment, and refocus my energy on things non-drag race related. I’m back, bitches. At least until the next season :p.


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