you ever have that feel of being trained your whole life for something obscure and random and potentially not A+? for example: I was walking down the studio hall today and got another look of skepticism from a designer, and it’s like, look, pal. I basically made a career out of being ostracized for being weird. I am a PROFESSIONAL at being the oddball. you think a judgmental quirk of your perfectly plucked eyebrows is gonna faze me, you got another think comin’
“rootintootin” do you hear this. do you hear this. this Texas is a combination of my father and Hank the Cowdog
I’m feeling v satisfied and grown up. I had white wine, I made beans at 11am for dinner, I’m wearing my cat hat with the long paw mitten things, I’m such a fucking adult. get out of my face. this is real life
I kind of wish that the idea that you can just be was a little more mainstream.
Like, having drive and ambition is great. But it gets drilled in kids’ heads that there is some pressure to constantly be looking for the next move up, to be bigger than life. It wears you down to never be satisfied.
Not everyone is destined for greatness. It just doesn’t suit some people.
There’s nothing wrong with having a quiet life, making enough to get by, having a small apartment where you’re comfortable, and just living. You don’t have to constantly be looking to go onward and upwards. Sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is to just be.
writing takes so long
why
jeez
last month I sensitized myself to the sound of soda cans opening and now I want to strangle anyone who opens a damn can of anything