I have been begged by my coworkers to buy new work shoes. These do hurt…
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I have been begged by my coworkers to buy new work shoes. These do hurt…
07:00 - 16:00
I am nineteen today
I crave seafood
what’s the incident?
Literally why would I answer this. Get your own incident
hi alex!! do you have any tips on how to improve vocabulary, and what have you been reading recently?
i define words i don't know when i read (pictured below) (i always wish for a better vocabulary). i lost my lispector book água viva when i was halfway thru but i think i got the jist considering there is no plot. reading laure peignot still. read a DFW essay, have a susan sontag essay book in my luggage for when i finish this on tour. was rereading the gay science during coachella trip bc i love nietzsche...... :P read a catchy acker pocket book called new york city in 1979 when i was in NY bc it felt appropriate.
You never know who people are, even when you talk to 'em
What’s the key to long term band chemistry
love, relinquish ego
DO AWAY WITH MOANING AND EVERYTHING THAT DOES NOT COME FROM THE HAPPY AGGRESSION OF BEING FOURTEEN
just like that, it comes rushing in, out of nowhere. they told me this would happen, the flood—
the room is a creamy milky ivory, and a sonorant hiss emerges from the cylindrical object rotating above me, dispensing “snow.” a woman plays the piano indefinitely, amateur yet earnest, and only stops to pour herself more wine, lent et douloureux. she spills increasing amounts of wine on herself and the floor as she proceeds to intoxicate herself further, though her playing remains steady. in an instant, she is clean again, and though she is out of sync, she never stops.
poetic work is sacred insofar as it has the ability to self-violate,
is it that “writing is a form of therapy, nothing more”
not solely.
further, it is baring, a “communication to others of a reason for living,” a reason for living that shifts, sinuous in its nakedness
what is this car called?
*slew of words*
well what’s the coolest thing i can call it?
how compelling,
so this is extremely invigorating for me, no matter what happens, but the chemistry is so different—
and you come back to that childlike voice, the one that hasn’t changed.
different how?
safe, grounded, gracious, sweet, light,
it graces my head
and my thoughts
not in the obsessive, worrisome, unpredictable way
to where i am sitting in the airport
smiling
and i stop to consider if anyone has noticed me smiling to myself.
when alcohol is involved, some things leave the brain and present themselves later upon spontaneous recall. this can be an enjoyable experience or a debilitating one.
shame can replace excitement in an instant.
once the framework is established, there is free rein for expression.
touching knees, conversing,
i’m not really shy anymore
i feel really, like, well,
i guess the term is grounded, but maybe just stoic.
greatest strength:
or rather, defense mechanism
self preservation tactic
vengeful, but not in an overt way…
the ability to revoke access to yourself upon multiple accounts of disrespect; protect self by safeguarding one’s life, care, love and the privileges surrounding that; revoke access when mistreated.
the greatest revenge is living.
the ability to play for time, to note a given situation and act in the long run, calmly, and not in fits and starts of “hysterical” reactions
the wish for debasement, to make people feel sorry for you, pity you, bemoan you, the blackmail of weakness,
“if you flee you betray me”
i’d like to end on a more positive note.
it is time to edit, to iterate. for reflection, studying, practicing. there is stillness, no unravelling, dismantling, or self-annihilation— for now. right now is repose, ease, serenity, bliss.
i like the people in this greenroom, plotting unorthodox concepts to accomplish for the sheer love of it, the giggling, the playful banter, the kindness.
Yesterday I bought a vintage leather jacket from the most underrated vintage shop in my city. It had no tag, and needs a clean.
It only cost £15. Genuinely feels like I robbed him.
I’ll post it here in due time!
Work Catch-up Meal
I had been planning my outfit, hair, makeup, and choice of food for weeks before today. Here is what occurred, not following my plan;
>I had wanted to finally wear my bolero cardigan as I haven’t yet had the chance to, though I’m having to work with “winter” attire. It was quite difficult, so ended up wearing my black cocktail dress last minute (I wore this last time, honestly who cares.);
>Hair was quite easy. I have finally gone back to putting in the effort to style it with heat rather than just letting it do whatever. It turned out nice;
>The other day, I did a lovely darker makeup look with a nude lip. That didn’t work out today as I felt unsure in my appearance. I ended up doing my standard brighter makeup but with a different colour of glitter. I recently bought a new mascara, I only bought it in hopes that the primer would work as white mascara (it doesn’t). The mascara is very nice though. s.o noticed the change in mascara and asked if I had put on false eyelashes;
>I had many ideas for food flowing through my brain. I love food — choosing just one thing from the menu is difficult. I ended up with prawn cocktail as my starter, crispy chilli beef w/rice as my main (my coworkers have been raving about this for around a year), and later had New York style cheesecake with berries and cream. The starter was beautiful as I anticipated, the main’s sauce was too sweet for my liking, and the dessert was lovely, too.
The booking time was for 17:30. I just had to walk from my house to the restaurant (pretty much a two minute walk if you don’t account for crossing lights), so I arrived by 17:18. Whilst there, many people who I know or used to know came in for their own reservations. I happened to be sat right next to the entrance, so I was pretty hard to miss. It was very strange. Most of my coworkers left at around 18:35 - 19:00. I left when the last two had left, at 19:22. It’s safe to say that I plan things like this out way too meticulously. I should tone it down, probably.
I took this just now. I’m quite disappointed in everyone leaving so soon. I do love my pins though. Thankyou Comic Con.
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