these are actually not all rap albums but this made me laugh.
to tackle the every day all smooth, cool, and unaffected
but the reality is i’m more like…
then pile onto the mess of the first major snowstorm of the season getting yours truly in an accident. although i’m beyond grateful to not have been part of that 30 car pile up on i-94. i just wanna curl up in a ball and eat chocolate ice cream and fried chicken in a fuzzy robe and slipper socks.
i do not have it in me to be fearless or productive right now.
a mental day off may be in order.
we could just be. it was a great feeling. the best. i regret a lot, and i still get angry a lot. there’s just too many things i thought but never voiced. there’s too many things you should’ve been a part of, too many things we all wish you could be a part of in the future… even the stupid shit like how there’s a freaking naked 3 palette now.
my gps voice command doesn’t understand some of the most basic english words, but somehow it gets sakura teppanyaki right the first try. (shrug) also, self note for the future: a cocktail concoction that has whiskey, plum wine, and pop might sound like it tastes good in theory… it doesn’t.
spark notes TMI version of an update: wall-to-wall stressed out over my little monthly red friend taking what seems to be an unannounced sabbatical since september. let me tell you, the only baby this chica’s been carrying in the last 3-4 months is a thanksgiving feast food baby. all these tests make me yearn for those scantron pieces of crap school test paper. over-the-counter, negative. blood test, negative. urine test, negative. medroxyprogesterone no help. ultrasound, black as a fucking chalkboard. prior to this, i’m the freaking poster girl for regular as regular can get even on b.c. so please excuse the WHATTHEFUCKISUP ‘tude, but seriously, WHATTHEFUCKISUP doc? i’m like already envisioning a shitty recessed lit office and a lady walking me though a super duper premature menopause pamphlet with crazy eyes’ wide-eyed eagerness and a cruella de ville laugh. having more appts with miss ob gynie than i do lunch dates with my best friend is straddling BFF status. disturbing.
attended a mickey mouse clubhouse themed 1st birthday, ate a bag of old-fashioned caramel dittos as lunch, probably drove a total of 120 miles in total going back and forth between multiple places, saw john cusak dining at RM about an hour ago while lauren and i munched on mignardises over altaroses (i lie, i was all over the altaroses, she nursed a ginger ale), and now i have a space heater cranking as i research victoria’s secret satin pajamas so i can reenact the “creep” video within my bedroom walls.
.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.
from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, gawks at/writes about chefs and food ish part-time, working to get to that officialized wine graduation without the expected snooty acumen, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.