I get on a certain freeway and inevitably calculate how long it would take me to get to you.
I meet up with someone who knew me 6 years ago and she tells me how cool she thought I was and how much she admired me. I think about how disappointing I’ve gotten since then.
Tonight I’m going to the Hollywood Bowl. The last time I had plans to come here was for a concert I’d bought tickets to for your birthday. I ended up having to sell them.
I miss you.
who allowed those men to wear flip flops with sweat pants???? turning adonises into monsters
Fun last photo: The Patriarchy Chair
Lyndsey and I laughed a lot about this chair all week. These chairs are specifically made for men and their ‘dangly parts’ as one of the technicians calls them, because heaven forbid a man might hurt his dangly bits while sitting in a chair.
There is no going back in time. If there is a more depressing thought, I don’t want to know it. How do you people manage to live each day with the knowledge of everything that has happened and not swim out into the ocean en masse? It’s too terrible to be true.
I think I regret every decision I have ever made.
I just wish I could take the rest of the day off work to privately miss you and daydream about when I was with you because doing it at work is distracting.
GET OUT OF MY DREAMS
When you visit me in my sleep you’ve ruined the whole day following. Stop it! I miss you!
Bike riding is hard and scary and not fun at all. I feel like I’m much closer to the catcallers than when I’m a pedestrian. I don’t like how my butt and legs are on display for everyone to look at. I spend the whole time so tense and if I lose my purchase on the pedals I can’t get the bike to start again. I regret buying a bike.