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I feel like my head has the death wobbles.

Oct. 15th, 2018

You cannot "moderate" your way to a revolution.

If you want revolutionary change then you need to know this.

Things end. There are casualties

Aug. 22nd, 2018

There is no fate but what we make.

Smile and wave.

Love the good bits while you can.

Yes! Drunk. Exploring limits. Good to know.

Still awesome. Shhh.

Aug. 9th, 2018

To top off my day I have genuinely burnt my finger on a cooking pot.

Today can fuck right off. Am delighted to see the end of it. May I not have another one like this.


Cocktail Bars make me miss bartending. Also doing stupid things.

Received a text this morning. Does that cancel the ghosting?

So confusing
Finished the night with an S Club 7 / b*witched boogie which is undoubtedly my jam. So I'm recovering well?

In other news, after discovering that Sara Bareilles "the blessed unrest" seems to have displaced Chris Isaak's "Mr Lucky" as my spirit album, I am going to attempt to live my next two weeks by the wisdom she's shared. I don't have a little black dress so it's not going to be easy....


Mentally ill

Have not heard from MBG for days.

Either finally being ghosted, or something has happened to her.

Flirted with possible painkiller addiction, seems like fun.

Depressed, clearly. Possibly clinically so, although doctor i talked to suggested i am ok, given my existing and learned coping mechanisms. Wonder if I'd be better if i didn't have to use coping mechanisms.

Isotripy seems to have had an episode, also not talking to me.

Missed being depressed. Looking forward to the drinking and self destruction. As usual, will line up the self destruction and effectively evade.


A bird in the hand...

Yet, somehow it's still the bird that might be in the bush later.

This will bug me for days, if not longer.

What is wrong with me? I mean it's obvious, but why? Why still? You would think I'd know better. I do, right?

Still, if the ship goes down, you cling to any wreckage that floats. It seems I'll happily let go waiting for that friendly dolphin to suddenly appear and save my life. I don't know if all that really works. Maybe it should be a specific and fictional dolphin. And wreckage more accurately represented by a blow up duck with a slow leak.

It's 1400, I've done not much today, and I'm making this much sense. Go me.

"Balanced like a dancer in her finest hour" thanks DC
I don't even feel like I can string a sentence together


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