Saturday, September 2, 2023
Thee Craft
Friday, May 12, 2023
Wednesday, April 19, 2023
more 5
Five items I lust after...? I'm not into objectophilia but I guess I'll use the definition of "a passionate desire for something" and not "very strong sexual desire".
- all the money
- this magenta 2017 Toyota Corolla
- a MacBook of any kind
- a lifetime supply of my favorite discontinued ice cream:
- a house in all my favorite U.S. states
Saturday, April 15, 2023
Jan21
What is Aquarius personality?
While they can be social, they are not likely to participate in social interactions unless they truly want to. Aquarians are ideas people, never suffering a drought of inspiration. "They are known to be progressive thinkers who can see patterns in things others might not notice," Walker explains. Aquarians can be seen as unpredictable, sometimes even moody and often strike others as unique individuals, leading with originality and creativity.
www.usatoday.com/story/life/2022/10/18/aquarius-zodiac-sign-key-personality-traits-dates/8236100001
your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality
Friday, April 14, 2023
Thursday, April 13, 2023
bawdy
your opinion about your body and how comfortable you are with it
Media in the United States of America is the og savage. The hyperfixation of weight has been the frontrunner most recently but in the early forms of tv and print, anyone who wasn't white was deemed inadequate. European beauty standards were ingrained in the American psyche and has rippling effects til this day.
I was texting this guy last year and we were rating ourselves out of 1-10 in personality and looks. I said,"5 with both. not the best, not the worst." And I mean that shit. I'm not traditionally drop-dead gorgeous. I'm not Issa Rae. And I'm not Taylor Swift either. I'm right in between.
I have good things going for me. Can't be completely delusional about that. My skin tone is enviable. I have big brown eyes. When my hair isn't acting up, it can be pretty
On the flip side: when I get on and am financially comfortable, the first thing I want to do is get rhinoplasty to fix my deviated septum. I want to get liposuction on my tummy and double chin. I would highly consider laser hair removal for my mustache. I'm insecure about my thin lips but fillers will never be in the cards for me. My butt isn't flat but it's also not plump in any desirable way though, again, I'm not a BBL type of bitch so that's just going to be how the dice rolled.
I used to measure my desirability by pointing how many men were after me but as I've gotten older, I realize men would fuck a ripe peach if the light hit it right. Not much merit there anymore. And confidence only comes from the inside, of course. Like anything, some days are better than others. I try not to wear oversized clothes to hide my body like I've strategically done my entire life. In a slightly secular way, I do believe my body is my temple and I know I've gotta be more gentle with it. I think of this quote often: if you look back at pictures where you were insecure about your body and think you look good, that's because it was never about your body. <3
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
+5
Five guys whom I find attractive? Easyyyyy.
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
the fam
Monday, April 10, 2023
the conglomerate
the mission: put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play.
however.... because of the multifaceted person I am.... I'm going to do this from three different devices, as they all represent one side of me or another.
♡ Hood Mentality — Ice Cube
♡ Needed Me — Rihanna
♡ Motorsport — Migos, Nicki Minaj, & Cardi B
♡ Kush & Corinthians (His Pain) — Kendrick Lamar featuring BJ the Chicago Kid
♡ Tuscan Leather — Drake
♡ Cool for the Summer — Demi Lovato
♡ Just to Keep You Satisfied — Marvin Gaye
♡ Mainstream — Outkast
♡ Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang — Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Dogg
iPod Classic
✽ Unstoppable — Drake featuring Lil Wayne
✽ Man 'O' War — Prince
✽ Junie — Solange
✽ Sunlight — Modestep
✽ Walking on the Sun — Smashmouth
✽ Proof of God — Krizz Kaliko
✽ Shorty Wanna Be A Thug — 2pac
✽ The Mourning After — Mac Miller
✽ Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You — Stevie Nicks
✽ Too Much — Tech N9ne
iPod Mini
☾ Pa' bailar — Bajofondo
☾ All Falls Down — Kanye West
☾ Spotlight — Gucci Mane featuring Usher
☾ Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough — Michael Jackson
☾ Caramel — City High
☾ Back to Life (However Do You Want Me) — Soul II Soul
☾ The Killing Moon — Echo and the Bunnymen
☾ Bid Bad Wolf — Tech N9ne
☾ You Found Me — The Fray
☾ I Used to Have a Best Friend (But Then He Gave Me an STD) — Asking Alexandria
Sunday, April 9, 2023
edumacation
I went to this private school for kindergarten. My mom heard good things about it so I'd wake up real early with her, go back to sleep on this makeshift bed under her desk, and then get dropped off a little while later. When I graduated, I could read at a fifth grade level and was forced to memorize Bible verses.
From then on I'd be put in gifted and talented groups and had this general expectation to do well in school. Which I did until middle school. My brother, who was only one grade above me, and I used to always "compete" and try to get the best grades. We were voracious readers and even though I had my own likes, I'd pick up books he put down because he's always been a huge role model to me. The Wayside Stories by Louis Sachar, the Magic Treehouse series, The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe (first book only for me), anything Roald Dahl graced us with. It was a good time.
Alright, so I'm going to explain something now, and it needs to be said this was all entirely my fault. Two guys from a nearby city attended my small-town school for junior high and that was such a wrench the cog. I stopped caring about homework and grades and self-respect and merit during this era in my life. I adapted to their slacker ways of life and honestly... I enjoyed it. Why finish my 7th grade reading assignments when I could edit my MySpace for the sixth time that week when it was only Tuesday? My work ethic, self-discipline, and academic drive could not have been further from my mind. And the worst part is these flaws followed me for so many years after eighth grade math.
I transferred to a bigger school for my senior year and that was a mistake. I drank regularly, was stoned more often than not, developed a coke habit, slept around with no real standards. I wish I paid more attention in my classes or took more challenging ones instead of opting for first hour off, a teacher's aid hour, and school-to-work. I was trying to be anywhere but at that high school. I graduated in 2012 though it was rough.
My first year of junior college, I fuckin' killed it. I didn't hang out with anyone except my 11-year-old sister, I didn't work, my professors were incredible, and I was genuinely interested in my classes. I got As and Bs and felt like who I was meant to be. Did I get a minor in possession of alcohol that fall as well? Yeah... yeah, I did. But other than that! I did great.
It was my sophomore year— the semester I attempted a Licensed Practical Nursing program— that revealed I was not where I needed to be nor who I needed to be. I thought, at my wise age of 19, I could continue to smoke weed and drink and have a boyfriend all while studying for a career that held people's lives in my hands. Again, I didn't have all my textbooks the first week, I didn't complete assignments I needed for clinicals, I hardly studied, I didn't feel like I belonged among my class full of women. I wigged the last week and skipped all my finals & failed out.
There's so much learning and unlearning and obstacles and accomplishments and growth and retraction that comes with it all. I think education is thee most important thing in life. However, it's erroneous and colonial and classist to think white institutions are what equate pinnacle of education. George W. Bush has a Master of Business Administration from Harvard and he's a straight-up idiot. I know a guy who dropped out of high school at age 16 and he is one of the best writers and most intelligent people I've ever interacted with. I've been so envious of his way with words when I am the one who did Maria's research papers and completed college English courses and has poured over how-to writing books. My brother is a fifteen-year meth user and can still name every U.S. state capitol and could be a tour guide of Denver, Colorado, with ease.
I think education is important, but the distinction is that I acknowledge there are so many different types of smart— street smart, book smart, directionally smart, socially smart, monetary smart, artistically smart, etc. We must never put people in a box or ridicule them for not distinguishing there, their, and they're. Albert Einstein said, "Education is that which remains when one has forgotten everything he learned in school."
Saturday, April 8, 2023
wat i 8
- 11:53am. Butterfinger
- 12:01am. two eggs over easy with wheat toast, orange juice
- 3:20pm. peach fruit cup
- 5:11pm. small movie theater popcorn, one packet of Welch's fruit snacks, handful of Cookie Dough Bites, small Coca-Cola
- 9:33pm. peanut butter & honey & chia seed sandwich on wheat bread, water
Friday, April 7, 2023
the pets
five pet peeves (in no particular order)
- Liars. I'm not sure this even needs to be expounded, but I will say: I don't get it.
- People who don't reciprocate in relationships, whether that's romantic, platonic, familial, professional, etc.
- Messy/dirty people.... it's truly not that hard. Truly. Seriously. Love yourself.
- People who don't reply to my text/call when I know they live with their phone glued to their hand. Wig.
- People who wear clear glasses as a fashion trend. Why don't I just roll around in a wheelchair because I think it goes well with my concept. Do you like my hearing aids with no batteries in them? They accent my blouse. Fuckin' assholes...
Thursday, April 6, 2023
streams
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
wholeday
- 2:13am. randomly wake up like I do throughout the night when I don't take a Trazodone & let my dogs out
- 2:15am. upon realizing it's a full moon (no wonder why an ex I broke up with a year ago texted me yesterday and why my emotions have been turbulent the last few days....), I Google Full Pink Moon April 2023 and find out it's in Libra and then send my friends a screenshot of its meaning
- 6:15am. alarm goes off playing Time of No Reply by Nick Drake; I snooze it, pet my puppy, and doze off
- 6:24am. snooze alarm again
- 6:33am. alarm goes off once more and I decide I can get up for the day because I really have to go to the bathroom... but also snuggle the pup one last time
- 6:44am. let the dogs out + put new food and water down, look at my mom's room and think about tidying it but only haphazardly making the bed (what's the saying? not my monkeys, not my circus)
- 6:49am. put on a playlist that matches my vibes right now (softie on Spotify)
- 6:52am. clean my room, switch my laundry from the washer to the dryer, light a lavender incense
- 7:01am. fill my medicine planner for the week: mornings with lithium, Celexa, and a probiotic/evenings with lithium and a prenatal vitamin (my mom always said they help with hair and nails ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
- 7:07am. straighten my bangs like I have since I was 13, brush my teeth & get annoyed with my gums when they bleed a little because we have this talk every morning and they never said a thing?, eye my five palettes and decide for day 832 that I'm not putting make-up on, wipe my face with a cotton round and micellar water, and choose my outfit that consists of mostly solid colors like I'm a fuckin' cartoon character
- 7:28am. I warm up a spinach egg white frittata I bought from Walmart yesterday for breakfast plus a pear fruit cup and a half empty 12oz orange juice
- 7:30am. my Leave For Work alarm goes off (Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks & Don Henley) and I shut it off
- 7:35am. pack up my breakfast, work backpack, and purse... also glance at the daily calendar for inspiration
- 7:45am. finally leave for work and on my way, dial this maintenance line my mom wanted me to call and impersonate her so we can get a water leak resolved. when the call is over, I turn on the radio and Ride by twenty øne piløts comes on and I think about Kyli
- 8:02am. clock in to work on the mobile app but linger in my car a little longer to finish Patient Number 9 by Ozzy Osbourne
- 8:05am. morning meeting to discuss any pertinent client information
- 9:26am. all my coworkers have left to deliver medicine and I am sitting at my desk going through Ethan Garland's TikTok and considering cleaning my work car
- 9:32am. print a copy of the article "6 Questions to Ask Yourself Before Cutting Off a Toxic Family Member" by Samantha Vincenty using company resources and feel zero shame about it
- 9:35am. think about the client I'm going to meet next week who was the salutatorian of his high school class, went to university, graduated with a degree, and then had a psychotic break last year where he started feeling weird and had to be admitted into a mental hospital and plucked his own eyeballs out at the root because the voices in his head told him that's the only way he could stop seeing all the evil in the world.... I have felt unshakably disturbed and sad since hearing this
- 9:40am. get bleach wipes and wet rag and go clean my work car
- 10:21am. help with clinic some but generally fuck around and spend 15 minutes trying to find one Instagram post to send to Mallori
- 10:44am. head to my house because the picture Amazon e-mailed me of my package being delivered is not my porch, though I text at stop lights and tell my team a schizophrenic client has changed her phone number for the fourth time this year & I call a different client to schedule getting coffee tomorrow morning. I judge the vehicles I pass by and make mental notes of whether it's something I can see myself in and what color when I get shit crackin' for myself and can afford it
- 10:45am. Keith sends me this out of line meme that makes me shake my head and laugh:
- 11:06am. package is retrieved and dogs are behaving like they've been abandoned for 86 days
- 11:24am. put on Kiki's Delivery Service, ate a chicken Caesar wrap, and did my anatomy & physiology assignment from last week
- 12:42pm. feeling tired as shit and want to take a nap but I guess I continue to study (whack)
- 1:10pm. bathroom break then head to the client appointment I set for 1:00 when she lives ten minutes away. I text her and say I'm on my way. once in the car, I find a random 90s Country playlist on Spotify because that's the kind of music she enjoys
- 1:16pm. I zone out while Something Like That by Tim McGraw plays because it reminds me of 8th grade when I gave my iPod to Mackenzi Meier to put music on and this song was included in that dump
- 1:19pm. I looked up from typing that last line on my phone and the only way to not run this red light is to slam on my breaks and I think of the ding it'll add to my car insurance app
- 1:36pm. randomly think of when I watched The Cable Guy two weeks ago and how Jim Carrey is my slapstick hero
- 1:38pm. sing Any Man of Mine by Shania Twain at the top of my lungs to my client in an attempt to cheer her up
- 1:47pm. see a gorgeous Black woman with a hillbilly white man at Sam's Club & mentally ask her why???
- 2:20pm. as soon as my client gets out at her apartment I put on I Love Dom by Dom Kennedy and text my team's group chat that her paranoia/delusions are back & she changed her number because she has a weird feeling someone is after her though voices no suicidal ideation/homicidal ideation
- 2:42pm. pick up a new client and put on my funk playlist because that's what he enjoys; Atomic Dog by George Clinton is up first
- 3:24pm. at McDonalds with a client, eating a cinnamon roll and drinking a mocha frappé dreading all the sugar I'm putting in my body, asking him why he felt suicidal last night and had to go to respite. he said the voices came back and are being mean to him and it's the only way he can think of to make them stop. in between topics he mumbles to himself, interacting with his auditory hallucinations. I sit, belly full, and remember a time when I felt the same way
- 3:30pm. back in the car, Oh Sheila by Ready For the World playing
- 3:33pm. glanced at the clock & made a mental note to look up what angel number 333 means
- 3:34pm. glanced at the dash & see I have 333 miles to empty, smile to the Universe
- 3:38pm. drop my client off and hug him goodbye because a lot of us need more hugs
- 3:39pm. sit too long at a stop sign and find out "333 encourages to set plans into action and let personal strength be the guide; to trust yourself and put thought into your choices", Boogie Oogie Oogie by A Taste of Honey plays quietly
- 3:42pm. wondering if all this phone time counts against me on my car insurance app
- 3:44pm. wondering if I'm using too many inconsistent verb tenses for this entry
- 3:56pm. sitting in an automatic car wash thinking about The Nun (which I watched a couple days ago) and about how much I respect/adore/admire James Wan
- 4:26pm. bathroom break
- 4:30pm. discuss the day with my coworkers but eventually trail off and start shooting the shit
- 4:51pm. clock out and putt home
- 4:53pm. ogle at the beautiful red 2023 Ford Bronco on the road and feel like a Benedict Arnold because I know Toyota is where it's at
- 4:58pm. answer phone call from Mom and tell her I did not get the water leak taken care of from this morning's attempt
- 5:04pm. turn the radio on and start singing along to Flowers by Miley Cyrus, internally smiling because my brother told me it reminds him of me and that warms my heart
- 5:10pm. clean the dogs' dishes and give them fresh food & water
- 5:26pm. my aunt shows me pictures of her kitten, annoying the fuck out of me because she knows I vehemently hate cats
- 5:47pm. delete all text threads from my phone except Kedino's (I need some information he sent) and Kyli's (an unwatched TikTok from six hours ago awaits patiently)
- 5:50pm. spend 10 minutes organizing the yard and scolding pups because they won't let me take a perfectly curated photo of Study Time in The Yard (and the towel on the open bathroom door ruins the whole thing for me)
- 5:58pm. answer brother's phone call from jail; confirm I got his text to put $50 on his books, not his phone
- 6:00pm. commence studying
- 6:24pm. leave the house to head to the college
- 6:43pm. arrive at the college and send Izabela a funny TikTok
- 6:44pm. send Kassie a moving TikTok
- 6:45pm. continue studying in the classroom
- 7:00pm. stop my medicine alarm (The Nearness of You by Norah Jones); I didn't bring my pills because I hadn't ate since three and lithium makes me nauseous if my stomach is empty
- 7:04pm. begin exam
- 7:24pm. finished exam and feel so great except I was shaky either from excitement or low blood sugar
- 7:48pm. Google the answers of the exam I drew a blank on since I take pictures of it before I turn it in #stealth
- 8:10pm. go over the scantron portion of the exam & find out I got 72/88 [81%]
- 8:18pm. get out of the car and take this
- 8:20pm. sing along to Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe on the radio
- 8:26pm. phone vibrates to let me know Kanisha sent me a silly TikTok that I don't open for another eleven hours
- 8:28pm. get to house, change into oversized long sleeve shirt for bed, let the dogs out, give Ozzy his antibiotic (upon reflection, does my mom do anything for these dogs? lmaooo), bathroom break
- 8:35pm. make myself a gourmet dinner consisting of a turkey sandwich (with lettuce and too much mayo) and a little snack thing from Walmart that has carrots, broccoli, ranch, and a cheese stick… my thoughts wander and I started judging & arguing with someone in my head who I haven’t talked to in two or three months until I acknowledge I’m sick and put an end to it
- 8:48pm. remembered to put the money on brother’s books
- 8:52pm. turn on One Punch Man (s1:e5 The Ultimate Mentor) while I eat
- 9:00pm. put the snack thing back in the fridge because I'm full off the sammy
- 9:38pm. added FOREVER by Jessie Reyez featuring 6lack to softie
- 9:48pm. get real emotional and know I have to sit with it instead of suppress or distract or ignore it, though my chest is starting to quiver and my throat is tightening.... a normal person would probably cry but I suppressed that for so long I struggle to unless I'm pushed to my furthest edge; One Good Time by Tech N9ne comes to mind
- 9:52pm. turned on How Can You Mend A Broken Heart by Al Green as either a salve or salt
- 10:00pm. remembered the moon will be full in an hour and a half
- 10:03pm. turned on Calling My Phone by Lil TJay featuring 6lack
- 10:00pm. farted and scared the sleeping puppy.... embarrassed to report I laughed real sinister
- 10:07pm. turned on None of Your Concern by Jhené Aiko featuring Big Sean
- 10:13pm. pasting all this to Blogger from a Note on my phone, adding pictures/hyperlinks/edits
- 10:51pm. remembered to take evening meds
- 11:05pm. thinking I should wash my face before I go to bed but know that is not happening
- 11:40pm. all done! popping a Trazodone, letting Ozzy out his kennel, reading Mallori's replies, and go to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Monday, April 3, 2023
page 20
The first time I heard about A Million Little Pieces was in 2006 amid all the allegations that James Frey's self-proclaimed memoir was filled with more falsities than anyone was initially willing to admit. My aunt and mom talked about it after seeing him on The Oprah Winfrey Show. I think my aunt even had a copy.
The next time I came across this book was my... sophomore? year of high school. I read it in less than a month and was obsessed. There was a lot I identified with; the self-deprecation, the low self-esteem, the overwhelming love he felt when he finally met someone as messed up yet wonderful as he, the defiance. Frey's lack of punctuation & use of repetition & spectacular story arc has inspired me for years; it truly out-weighs any bullshit publicity that tried so desperately to taint its grandeur.
In the coming years, I'd sporadically reread A Million Little Pieces. Every time I did, because of what I'd experienced or just with age and maturity, I understood him more and more. Around the sixth time through it when I was 26 years old and regularly attended Alcoholics Anonymous, it felt more like a reflection of my own darkness/overcoming than deception. When my man said, "I can feel the weight of my life beginning to drop and I realize why dawn is called mourning," all I could think was, "Been there!" Some other lines I have highlighted:
- "I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind."
- "She is as beautiful a girl as I have ever seen. Her eyes, her lips, her teeth, her hair, her skin. The black circles beneath her eyes, the scars I can see on her wrists, the ridiculous clothes she wears that are ten sizes too big, the sense of sadness and pain she wears that is even bigger."
- "Because I'm fucked up and I'm fucked up really bad. I don't know what happened or how I ever ended up like this, but I did, and I've got some huge fucking problems and I don't know if they're fixable. I don't know if I'm fixable."
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Strong
I was texting my friend yesterday and she said she didn't want to leave a low-paying job that causes her stress because, essentially, she would feel like a quitter. I've always been a quitter though I used to be degrading and cruel to myself about it. I do think the manner in which I've ended things has been unorthodox at best, but here's what I said to her. I says, "I think capitalism has us in a chokehold and while we're being exploited by being encouraged to have maximum commitment/effort to an economy that doesn't give us healthcare/nutrition/leisure/peace of mind, I applaud everyone who acknowledges when their position isn't serving them and who makes the hard decision to go where they want to guilt-free."
I'm 29 years old. I got my first job when I was 17 and I've had fourteen since then. Plus, I've tried out five or so cities as an adult. On paper, my work history looks appalling. But when I was surrounded by toxic nurses at the hospital or had uninspiring duties like stocking hotdogs at a gas station or felt a deep homesickness at the Ross in Florida, I had no qualms with putting in my two weeks. Sometimes I didn't fulfill said two weeks and that goes back to the irresponsible tactic of how I stood up for myself. But whether it's a book I'm not enjoying, a relationship that depletes my spirit, or leaving an event early because my social battery is on empty, I will always put an end to things that make me unhappy. I feel very strongly about this and encourage others to do the same.
I'll admit in this blind effort to be constantly satisfied I have messed up great opportunities, mostly educational or job-wise. I've been hearing this mantra from all angles lately and so the Universe must be hinting at something. At the end of this Tech N9ne song Brother KT says, "What God has for you is for you." So I feel like despite all the ducking and dodging, no matter the motivation, I'm still on the same path I was meant to be on. And I'm thriving! None of the negativity is dragging me down today and that's because I can abandon the bullshit with increasing ease. Let's reframe it and ask yourself.... what can you quit today that will enhance your life for the better?
“Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.” ―Charlie Chaplin
Saturday, April 1, 2023
5 Ways to Win
- Need someone who is either in therapy or reads (and applies!!!) self-help books or journals or some shit... some indication that he knows we need to heal from our childhood in one way or another/we live in a terrifying era of history and are traumatized from headlines alone.
- I talk a lot and I'm often all over the place. Nothing gets me wetter than an active listener. I loathe people who interrupt or change the subject as soon as my sentence ends as though what I said floated into the ether and not their ears.
- Love is a verb♡ I need someone who can recommit daily to what we're working towards. Doing any small task that makes my life easier is my jam and ease is what I'm in the business of. Romantic gestures just because and gift giving fuels my soul.
- I have an exigent personality and someone who accepts, nay celebrates, this is a requirement. You gon put up with my relentless songs/memes/thoughts/TikToks all day and then go on that vegan diet for a month because I watched a documentary about it and listen to me repeat the same story I already told you for the third time this week or nah?
- Gotta have a top-notch sense of humor. I'm the silliest there ever was, so watching stand-up comedy or listening to me riff about something absurd I experienced or practicing the choreography to Michael Jackson's Thriller by replaying the music video 86 times is a must.