remind myself that, even though I’m signing a year lease again in the suburbs, and even though I have an amazing, exciting, editor job, in 2-3 years I want to be in New York. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep rearranging my apartment on Sundays, reading old facebook messages from my travels, getting depressed.
and this guy i had talked to ummmmm once before insulted my past taste in men, my current taste in men, and then quizzed me on books I’ve read and went “oh. I assumed you would have read it because you’re a writer.”
oh no, that’s coooooooool, let’s not do this again. i didn’t come to the city to be patronized. I mean, more than usual.
im not good at being alone. and SERIOUSLY though i became that bitch that texted everyone wanting to be told to come hang out and then didnt do it. i am the worst. i’m going to take a vicodin and play just dance. and look forward to beer fest tomorrow
i can’t tell you about the peep show, but i can tell you what it’s like to be topless on stage for about five minutes, and it involves getting black out drunk at the jameson ball beforehand and waking up with glitter on your tits and random ones stuffed into your purse.
i will not be attending jameson ball this year.
alternate title: a trying time for my boyfriend in our relationship.
“Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well”—Richard Siken (via palerghost)
my favorite part of this week had to be walking into a room full of people I went to high school with, having a few long lost guy friends yell “Haney!” and then hearing people tell me how good I look. And seeing that longtime ago ex that’s just a good person and I always wish the best for. And talking to Ivan/Paolo. What a weird rando good night.
Also, has anyone seen young adult? that shit is depressing. I thought it was my future mirror, and while it may still be….I hope not.