Please don't misunderstand, I don't bake. I'm not a baker, I can follow instructions, just barely, and have to reference multiple videos just to understand what "until dough forms" looks like. However, I am a procrastinator. And I had plans to meet with a friend today, wherein we agreed to exchange cookies. It's my fault, she just started baking, and I asked for some cookies, to which she agreed, so long as I bake some too. Which brings me to the title: I was baking at 1 AM and I made them a bit too crispy; their color matched my skin tones a bit too well and I feel bad with the poor exchange she's going to have to live with. In my younger, more insecure days, I would have gone into a tizzy over how she'd probably toss them out or how her husband would probably laugh at them, but now? Well, I'm sure she appreciates the gesture and I'm going to probably bake brownies at 1 AM for our next meetup, because I wanted to encourage her to keep trying baking.

What does this tell us? I'm a person who does things on a whim, I do them because I say I will, I'm not afraid to try new things, and I'm okay with messing up: what's important is the effort and the pursuit in what we do in this life. Success is… a nice to have. Hi, I'm Vi, some guy on a mission to meet a new person every week, sometimes calling them the 'Reddit of the Week' to my friends because I find the stories I come across fascinating. We're all a story, yeah? We just don't all have writers in our brains working to make every significant action we take into words on a page or screen, but imagine if we did! Imagine if we all had a Writers' Room working overtime to craft our lives in mildly entertaining ways. If we did, I'd tell mine, "Hey, I have notes for season 28. Like, you had all these new characters in 27 and you kinda just cut off all these plot threads, and I don't know if you had a union issue, but-" y'know right before they kicked me out, probably with a Liz Lemon sort of character throwing things at me for stressing out her already overworked and underpaid staff.

Hi, again, I'm Vi, again, writing to you from a coffee shop some (hopefully) entertaining drivel to show you how my mind works. I'm 6'0", pan, Southeast Asian, turning 30 very soon, not at all worried about that since I hear the thirties are pretty great, looking to meet people with the end goal of finding my next best friend (someone who makes me feel understood, y'know?), wondering what goes through my dumb cat's brain, imagining all the scenes I'd draw in a slice of life manga if I had even a bit of artistic talent in me, sipping on a lavender lemon tonic because I already had an espresso and another latte today, and hoping we can have a good conversation in a nice place somewhere in the Bay, or in LA if I'm there for work, or somewhere worth driving to during my two weeks off later this month. Let's talk, see if it's worth meeting up, and I'll let the writers' room go ham on my journal.