Dear neighbours who own that atrociously loud, lowered station wagon.
Aesthetically, I can get behind what you’ve done. I enjoy the blacker than black (none more black) tinting you’ve done to the passenger/driver windows. The grey on mauve paint, I genuinely dig. Your wine coloured velvet-y seats look inviting. However! The car alarm inducing engine/exhaust/noise maker you have on said station wagon is Anger-making and detracts from the urban beauty of your ride.
Waking me up out of a sleep? That’s a loud car. I can sleep like the dead in the hours of midnight to 5 am. On account of being aware of such things as deductibles, paint jobs, etc and the fact that I really like my stuff and wouldn’t want anyone to damage it because of one douche-y move, I do not key your wagon. Know this however, it’s a spider web of gouges in my mind from the violence I do it. Mini Tarantino-esque vignettes, I relish in my imagination. I’m also standing on the hood, katana in hand, and to be honest I look like a Mortal Combat character - but that’s just an aside.
My BFF and I have a particular way of speaking to each other (and then baring our teeth) I wonder if what appears to others is cute, interpersonal love language and then I laugh and realize, no one's judging. I enjoy the specialness I feel I generate with each of my friends as represented by nicknames, inside jokes, shared experience and things we just do with each other. As a wee'un, I always imagined my future adult friend group like this - having dinner parties and mixing individuals who possess elements I’d both like to emulate in myself and enjoy the differences in particular aspects we represent. I hope that the vision I have of myself, of which I think I have 75 % obtained, will be realized - Nay! Surpassed. I suppose we all do.
Why does it take so long to get to epiphany? Every time I actually learn and put the knowledge into practice, I feel like an albatross falls from me.
It really bothers me that 'Every time' isn’t one word. I always type it so and the red squiggly line of shame gets in the way of me expressing myself. Yet, I don’t want to incorrectly express myself through the word every time. Damn you hamster wheel of repeated mistakes! Also, damn you difficult ab exercises that make me achieving core strength/better posture so elusive.
Whiskey - I really want to be able to savour you but you are potent and portent the bad things I am about to do.
I much prefer boys with guitars over girls with guitars. I find GwG to be more often folky, sweet, high voiced - not always of course, just in what I have been exposed to thus far. Boys punch my hormone buttons so their baritones and subject matter make me happy. I don’t want too many songs of heartbreak/ache or I’m just moody which is lame. I do however, also love LCD Soundsystem - partially because JB likes them. I am often instantly and irrevocably swayed by others' fervor for artists and partially because they’re just good. Mostly good. My lack of attention means I spend a lot of time skipping....
I had my SAD lamp on today and I wonder if my plants appreciate it. I don’t need a linked consciousness or anything but if once in a while, other than slow as hell death or explosion of life, I could have just a little “Hey, too much!” or “We actually don’t like this so-called ‘plant food’ you keep foisting on us” would be appreciated.
I keep getting videos/articles/first hand recounting on bullying and homophobia. I wish that it was easier to understand what place that comes from in people. I don't know how someone else’s sexuality/weight/looks etc. impacts my own. Where are we taught to segregate to the extent we don't in school? How is it that we start forming groups in elementary, get vindictive and snarly at the borders of those differences and then start to ease them up (in theory) in university/college/first jobs? Just the amount/variety of people we encounter? I wish I could bring peace to the minds that are pushing other fears, banked experiences, insecurities or whatever and get that dealt with so people don't have the energy or inclination to pursue hate. It requires a lot of thought and energy to not like someone. Not that I love everyone - people can really bother the shit out of me but I find even if I don’t like someone it eases into apathy and disinterest since there is so much else going on.
I do hate contacts that are blurry, have jalapeno juice hiding in them and/or are torn. Hate. No, maybe just really don’t like. I do love Kylie Minogue. Thanks Kylie, I was wandering down the dark side. Damn you Vadar.
I can’t wait for me to be in a space (space having multiple contexts here) to have a dog. Although, Moubebe is as happy to see me as a dog is when I come home. Seldom does she remain in her drowsy curled up ways.
Back to the do not like - chewing cuticles. And then they bleed their displeasure. I do love moisturizers with less than 15 ingredients and light scents. People, please read labels - not to potificate at length BUT Parabens, in all their formats will fuck you up. Please read up on them.
Man, do I hope Hilary Clinton goes for President. I believe the U.S.A. is ready. I also believe she can be less divisive and turn the conversation back to how do we all get ahead? I love my dreams.
I'm going to go discover something delicious to eat. Will it feature bacon?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
a haiku:
loud ceremony
by a power, babbling brook
I want a cocktail
xo
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