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Listening: this weekend sounding ass slouch socks playlist i created. Rhye, Quadron, Boom Clap Bachelors, Jessy Lanza, and Little Dragon.
Watching: soon as this food i ordered show up — i’m diving into the rest of Drop Dead Diva
Doing: praying that i don’t get buyer’s remorse from the shoes that i purchased. i hate buying clothes that i actually need.
Eating: whooo jesus. it ain’t show up yet. but when that pizza gets up in me, my only regret will come when i baptize myself in the pacific ocean on monday evening. i have to remember that this is the only life i have and therefore, the pacific will understand me more than anyone has this year.
Drinking: why. the. fuck. is. my. glass. empty? i’m about to walk back out and get a fifth of something clear and fruity.
Wearing: tshirt. jeans. torn thoroughly at the bottom. salt-crusted nike boots. i must throw away these boots, those black loafers, those new balances, all of those underwear, those tshirts, and those dress shirts. also i must find a reliable dry-cleaners.
Feeling: fuck you. fuck you for thinking i’m not aware that i haven’t had a haircut in a month. fuck you for thinking something is wrong. fuck you for thinking i NEED something versus i WANT something different. and to be quite honest, when YOU get so full of your fucking self, the hatred i have for myself in these situations manifests into even greater hatred for your misunderstanding bitchshit.
Weather: overcast and cloudy like shit. 50°F enough for this hoody and being held on a bus stop without sweating.
Wanting: this weekend and the following 4 days to work out. perfectly. there’s way too much concern and worry and anxiety crammed into my mental regarding this trip. i blame television. jarelion better take care of me.
Needing: the 60° on Sunday to come prematurely so i can enjoy this huge brunch I’m plotting to have on the balcony.
Thinking: i create better experiences alone than i do with you.
Enjoying: as always, see Listening
Listening: i’m listening to 83. if i open my windows and close my eyes, the tires of the traffic against the soaked asphalt sounds good. feels good. that’s what i’m listening to (bitch). and Misterioso is playing repeatedly in my head.
Watching: DTLA on Netflix. i don’t know man. i’m having the most difficult time keeping up with who’s who and why’s who. cuz i swear their connection to one another is all over the damn place.
Doing: i haven’t cleaned my kitchen or touched a dish in nearly a week. every time i go to soak something it ends up staying there for another 48 hours. it’s time to do something with this shit.
Eating: i have a pack of $.75 cent donuts that i got from the gas station on standby for devouring. i totally did a weed munchie run earlier and it was pretty fucking remarkable. for reasons. heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy mr. laundry man.
Drinking: not a damn thing. i have this pepsi sitting next to me that i also got from the aforementioned munchie run but — dammit not a damn thing. i should be drinking some amsterdam straight right about now. that way I could pull a molly. like i did last night in the middle of doing laundry.
child - i left the laundromat and went to the bar, ordered a bacon cheeseburger to be cooked medium with seasoned fries and a long island. all on an empty stomach. the result: i saw two of every thing i folded and i left a brand new bottle of body wash in the backseat of the zipcar.
call me molly — cuz i was in danger girl.
Wearing: these black scrubs. sized medium. also white t-shirt and these droopy looking crew socks. heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy mister laundry man.
Feeling: tired. but avoiding a nap. because - well - the night is young and it’s the weekend. but i’m also tired in other ways. but y’all already knew that.
Weather: steady steady steady steady steady steadyyyyy showers baby. showerssssss showering the showered summo. all the way down to the puddles, sugar. and we are now descending from the high of 52° down into the cool cool cool pulse of the night. tip my bongo player if you read the inflections right.
- i don’t wanna talk about what i want right now because i’d get it. and i don’t want it that easily. but i do. i’d say i want a pizza but i don’t think i’m feeling to get a pizza. i don’t think i’m feeling for too much of anything. oh shit - i do want that vodka though.
Needing: to pay my rent. actually that’s more of a want than a need. weird right?
Thinking: about los angeles. how i’ll be there in two weeks. how i still gotta pay for my lodging. how i’ll more than likely enjoy the outside appearance of the walt disney concert hall more than what i’m going to the concert hall to listen to (bitch). i just have this fear that it’s going to be a lot of tapes used.
Enjoying: please see Listening
this is my new travel buddy.
his name is Rah! (the exclamation point is needed)
he’ll be traveling the country with me this year.
Listening: this deliciously sexy playlist that girl’Ashley turned me onto. it kinda makes me wanna be high or drunk or tipsy or….open. but it could just be the first track that got me like this though.
Reading: Simplify Your Life
Doing: Writing an itinerary for this weekend. It’s going to be really full and require a ton of frugality and careful spending.
Eating: A slice of pizza from Home Slyce. I swear this is the best homemade pizza in the city of Baltimore. I danced all the way home. First I danced because of the incredible taste and then once the pizza was gone I danced because my mustache smelled of strongman. My fingers smelled salty and savory from the grease that dripped from the pepperoni and salami. I danced all the way to the bus stop. Eating. I danced all the way to the trash can to throw away the styrofoam container. The crust was crispy and soft all at the same time. Perfect. The cheese was scrumptious and I’m still literally singing about it. It’ll happen again tomorrow. (#Phrasing #Archer this whole thing tho)
Drinking: Nothing. But this playlist. I’m telling you. Here comes vodka, bitches.
Wearing: A tshirt that used to conform to my body and now it feels like a stretchy poncho. I’m gaining weight. The pizza I’m sure ain’t helping. And khakis from earlier.
Feeling: Tired. As shit.
Weather: It’s chilly as hell outside tonight. It’s supposed to get warm tomorrow for a few hours. Partly cloudy; currently 45°F
Wanting: you to want me the way i want you. :(
Needing: to not want you at all period. And to do some more ab exercises or running. It’s safer to run around Druid Hill Park even though I go further with my Station North and Remington routes.
Thinking: about relocating to get away from everything and everyone and starting over and not looking back except to send or receive handwritten letters or postcards.
Enjoying: this playlist. and the residual smell of pizza and baby powder.
thank you girl’Ashley.
this is the shit.
my identical “twin” born 10 years later.
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