Got a haircut and I feel like Josh Hartnett in The Virgin Suicides.
Work’s been a pain in the ass. I work with a bunch of assholes. I’m going in costume tomorrow because I need to be my own source of joy. By day I am an undead prom attendee and by night I am Ace Ventura. I am jealous of all the mermaid men and barnacle boys that will roam the streets tomorrow night.
I’m leaving this place soon. I’m counting down the days…
I don’t give a shit. I got my essentials, everything and one else can go fuck themselves.
Remind me to finish these three books by the end of the month and to get back on that movie list, the never ending one.
Possession (Adrzej Zulawski, 1981)
Three weeks ago I left on a backpacking a’venture and now I’m back. I’ve got so many stories packed up in my peanut sized brain and not all of them are glowing reviews, I tells ya. I am, though, glad I went. It was stressful, it was lonely, it was magical, eye opening, and so many other things. I slept in warm beds, got stranded at train stations all night, ate shit food, lived with amazing families, and learned valuable lessons about traveling and companionship. I’m currently at work where some folk have me on hold and taking advantage of the moment to type these short words. Later, I’ll get deep into the trenches and write about the expedition (because, trust me, this was no fucking vacation) about all the things I gained, saw’d and lost.