Whether I am writing a text to a friend or creative writing

I have to access a dictionary online

Spelling is my Achilles heel

I just looked up how to spell Achilles

My dyslexia is mild but spelling has never been my forte

Mentally I know far more words than how many words I can spell

I shall get myself to a dictionary

Tinder was not enough for me, I realized as I looked in the mirror while I put on my matte purple lipstick. I had been going clubbing with my cousins to help her brother come out of his shell. We learned pretty quickly he was a funkerdunker, but it was still fun to go out and watch him beg big dudes to take him to bed. My cousin, Amie, was outside waiting with Matty while I fixed my lips. She was texting me, telling me we were running out of guys for her to fadoodle since the guys with jobs go home around midnight and it was nearing eleven.

But, I told her you couldn't rush perfection. We were all pretty happy to be out of quarantine since Coronalingus was getting pretty sad. It was already hard to flirt with people when we could only go to the grocery store and the gas station, plus, just because they had pretty eyes didn't mean they were hot. Luckily, I could ditch the mask and show off my newest lipstick that I impulse bought because the commercial made me cry. Plus, without the mask, I could wear my contacts without my eyes tearing up. I'm happy that everything's over too because everyone's out looking for someone that they'd like to have around in the next quarantine and that's my kind of environment.

I applied for a biomedical engineering job, and they said they were going to interview me at 3. From lunch to about 1:30 me and some friends went to the pool. I was about to leave. I saw Jim, natant, looking as relaxed as he could be. I was the exact opposite. I had been sitting on the side of the pool for quite a while. I asked Jim what he was thinking about. Jim, semi-conscious, started flailing and sinking. I just laughed. His head popped out of the water and he splashed me. “Why did you wake me up?” He looked at me suspiciously. “Trying to make me join in your misery?” I laughed again. We left the pool a few minutes later and I went home. I got dressed, ate, and then got in my car. It took 30 minutes to get to the right office. I sat in a waiting room and talked to other people. One person who really wanted this job wished me well and winked. I rolled my eyes and went in the office. When I went in I was so surprised I just stood there and nictated. “Hello, examinee. I’m Kaleb, your examiner...”