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[fawngirl4444]

a vignette diary of my july 2025

1st. I love Summer. it's in my Blood.

3rd. the Del Mar fair was so fun. cherry lemonade, blue labubu plush, enderman plush, hello kitty axolotl plush, chocolate strawberries, photo booth pictures in black and white, ferris wheel, corn dogs.

5th. Singing Hit the Road Jack with him while we speed top-down a sun-drenched freeway.

6th. On our way to Vegas, baby.

7th. The Orleans at night, the spin of the roulette wheel, the parallel swish of whiskey cokes and lemon drops into my guts.

9th. Drunk at Musso n Frank's Grill in front of a feast and a beautiful man that I love, time warped into the future all the way from Old Hollywood. What more could a girl ask for?

10th. Universal. Drove through active filming sets and everything.

11th. forever alternating between "I wish i grew up in California" and "no, I love Massachusetts".

13th. at my first baseball game ever and blissfully drunk off of one pale ale. blessings.

17th. A prose poem, 'southern california'.

every morning i pad into your bathroom, drowning in sun—being eaten and swallowed by the over-looking hill, and i love the chirp of the bug that sounds just like a bike chain clicking along. it tricks me every time.

18th. At a speakeasy bar now with my love. His Kentucky tippler to my espresso martini, now we share an old fashioned with apple cherry bitters while we wait for the live band to start.

[theinternethassexwithitself]

You scream, you learn

After you’ve lived somewhere for a while, you become familiar with the sounds associated with it.  More than eight years on Combie Street has made the wheezing of passing traffic and the groaning of the bin lorry on a Wednesday morning almost second nature.  I barely notice the close door creaking open followed by the footsteps on the concrete stairs anymore.  You get to know other people’s…

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[theinternethassexwithitself]

Ambling up that hill

Sitting under the rainbow of Instagram-friendly umbrellas at Propaganda Pub on Freedom Square, Nikšić could be any city in any European country.   Music gently hums from the bars around the pedestrian terraces.  Families stroll between the statues, spooning gelato into their mouths.  In a quiet corner by the fountain, an old man sits reading the newspaper.  Little wooden sheds open up like…

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[theinternethassexwithitself]

Quarter-zip, half-man

With the world as it is at the moment, people have been finding different ways of taking their minds off things.  Some have picked up a new instrument, started a large gardening project, or painted the ceiling of their living room.  Others have taken to kilt shopping in Aberdeen or gone wild camping on the rural coast.  Anything not to think about the price of electricity. I’ve recently been…

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[theinternethassexwithitself]

Seven days to awaken the giant within

For a few days in March, my street was the main topic of conversation in Oban.  It’s rare for Combie Street to attract that kind of attention.  Since the Lochavullin closed, hardly anything happens at this end of town. Other than a drug raid in the pub, the last notable incident here came at the start of the pandemic in 2020.  About a week before the lockdown, graffiti appeared on the wall of…

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Dreams of Montenegro in May

The news that Argyll & Bute local authority would be raising its rate of council tax by 10% from April gave me pause for reflection.  As of January, I entered my ninth year of claiming the single occupancy discount on my bill.  These days, there isn’t even a box on a form I need to tick to let them know that it is still applicable.  It’s as if all parties have accepted that my single occupancy is…

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[theinternethassexwithitself]

Making it stick

I spent around half an hour preparing a sweet chilli prawn stir fry on Tuesday night.  Just as I sat down to enjoy it, my phone alerted me that I’d made a new match on Tinder.  My fork had barely stabbed into the black, tar-thick sauce when I heard the ping.  Google’s AI had suggested a teaspoon of honey for stickiness, and it was not wrong.  I’d been thinking about the meal all day, but it was…

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"I kinda want to die"

a passing thought, that I dont believe in. Hello, my home, i haven't had you in a while.