saturday mornings only one awake, cleaning and thinking
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saturday mornings only one awake, cleaning and thinking
also my marbleized banana bread and 4-layer breakfast casserole and of course hummus were super on point yesterday
I should clean up my apartment from the 12 1/2 person brunch I hosted for my mom’s birthday yesterday. Followed by drinking champagne and white wine from the bottles, *inset snowflake and tree emojis here*, dancing ridiculously, and talking until 3 something in the morning. So far today I sat on my couch, alternated using a heating pad on my jaw and on my back, ate veggie lomein, watched three movies and cried with Luke.
...mmmk.
I half thought I’d see you.
exiting the subway.
passing the entrance to Google.
that wine spot in Chelsea market.
glass jars with to-go beers, sitting on a table facing the sun to the west, attempts at golf by the pier.
was that the same night of neon pink lights (fuck off) and sleepovers ending with you alone in my bed? dates that were too late? feelings that had disappeared?
I hung out (invited myself to hang out) with a coworker tonight. His friend reminded me of a man I hooked up with in my younger 19/17 year old days. I’m home now, dancing to crimson and clover/ slightly high and lingering drunk/ dancing alone and soon to be eating noodles in bed. Alright, I guess this is growing up.
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It’s been too long since I’ve been on here. My laptop died since and I only redownloaded the app to search for a Bukowski quote from a book I borrowed (and gave back to my sister). I’m sitting on the LIRR and proud that I listened to my better judgement and went home instead of initiating post-work drinks in the city. December flew by as a blur of day drinking at work and office parties at night. Festive friendship hangs and few days without plans. November‘s California trip convinced me that I want to move west (Andrew agrees with this plan). As for other life recapping .. too much to think about now. I’m finally feeling slightly less manic than I did leaving work today and time for whiskey, records, and freelance design at home.
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Even though I spent the majority of the day sleeping off a hangover, last night and the past few weekends have been especially fun with Andrew. I felt like it was easy for us to choose being lazy at our home over going out, getting a little too drunk, and just being silly together. Yesterday we drank to-go beers on the way to the art show, followed by german beers in boots (+ a few more) with my friends from college. Last week we snuck a 12 pack in my purse to our movie date, then invited people to my parents house (sans parents) for beer pong and card games. Then there was Montauk craziness a recent weekend before that..
I enjoy when I remember that I get to live and have a life with my best friend, that we’re both in our mid-twenties without any real responsibilities, and everything we do can just be experiences together.
It’s been one of those perfect end of summer days. Cool morning and hot coffee. Busy but silly day at work. Came home to Andrew doing apartment chores while we talked about the book we’re both reading and I cooked dinner. Currently ending the night by baking banana bread :)
“remember this”
(for singlefare4)
barely daylight and walking side-by-side, modelos in hand (until slippery hands and glass on pavement). teeth grinding and talking fast of how we first started: kisses in his basement the night we met, talks of august burns red at her kitchen table two years later. did you really love 17 year old me?
how did we walk to the other side of the island at 7am?
dead bird birthday card
*~~~hi alex~~~*
tumblr: 1. my collection of faceless/alcohol-influenced selfies
2.also my inspiration for angst music and rants to pull text form
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
Daphne du Maurier
today: i set up my new desk in our extra room/my art space, started sketching ideas for single fare 4, took photobooth pictures avoiding my face/showing off 1of2 new tattoos