Something horrible happened the other night, and it’s been giving me a lot of anxiety. I’m trying not to resort to drinking to calm myself. I don’t want to think about it because it makes me so angry and, as I already said, anxious. I don’t know what to do about it. Ugh. Goddamnit.
I seriously want a badass system in my car—which I will not use annoyingly or gangsterly—so I can have multiple orgasms as I drive. I will not play ghetto music. Probably a lot of classical… but also a lot of everything. OMG. I’ve been wanting a system forever. But it’s more like one of those guilty pleasure dreams—the kind that are at the bottom of your...
Yesterday I was tough and direct and today I have to be charming. Basically,...– Leslie Knope, Parks and Recreation 2x05 (via apsies)
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always...– Jaggi Vasudev (via soul-candy)
What do I do so late at night/early in the morning?! Gosh!
Raise your hand if you have a bag of Doritos near you and just cracked open a beer… …at 5:45 AM. (wtf?) *raises hand* Time flies.
A feigned apologetic note to the bemused
Don’t pretend to understand me. Don’t politely chuckle at the jokes I make about society and myself; I’d rather you ask me to explain. *I said “feigned,” didn’t I? I make jokes about myself frequently. These jokes are not made to be forlorn but humorous because I find it important to be able to laugh at oneself. So laugh with me. This doesn’t mean...
‘Everyone wants to write,’ I say, as the cursor blinks and blinks and blinks and blinks. And blinks. And prompts. And instigates. And prods. And provokes. And urges. And suggests. It blinks. It winks. It’s so flirtatious, the cursor. It keeps asking for more and more and you try to provide, only to culminate in inadequacy. Because it beckons. It’s 2 AM, and if I...
How did they do it? Writers. How? Hemingway and the whole drunken lot of them. How? Was it nights like these? I bet it was. I don’t know if they cared if you were reading. Of course now it’s a different age. THIS IS A DIFFERENT AGE where you can just SCROLL PAST THE SHIT you don’t like. Wikipedia the shit you do like. Wikipedia it for the .jpegs and the .gifs that you find...
My day started optimally. As usual, I’m slow to awaken and slow to get out of bed, and today wasn’t really that different. But once out of bed, I took my medicine and started brainstorming what to make myself for breakfast. I felt a surge of energy that was far more than welcome. I prepared my cup of coffee as my mom relayed my chores for the day; her entreaties seemed agreeable,...
New guy at the gas station knows me but doesn’t actually know me. They all know me but don’t—all those employees. I’m not normal, not usual, not typical. Not. I am naught. I think my aim is to perceive differently—to be lucid. I want to be lucid to see where it takes me. I want to suspend my ego and write objectively. I keep thinking about whether any of you will...
Books are like oxygen to a deep-sea diver,” she had once said. “Take them away...– Alan Bradley, I Am Half-Sick of Shadows (via thegirlandherbooks)
This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone, It seems to me there are...– Walt Whitman, This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful This goes out to all the beautiful minds I’ve had a chance to meet through Tumblr. :-)