Also March is my birthday month, hurray! I'll be 22 on the 7th Also March is my birthday month, hurray! I'll be 22 on the 7th
cried at work, perpetually exhausted, wrote like i hadn't in ages for a job application, received help from partner-in-law on said application, had a hard time, struggling to untangle feelings about sex, got trained by Zainab at work and felt a little more capable, reheated tea i forgot about 1 million times in the last three days alone, didn't talk about sex, ate dinner a friend made, wandered slightly, got a haircut and felt near-instant relief knowing i'd be less visually interesting to some people, celebrated my birthday by bar-hopping with friends (partner was dressed beautifully. Vom, orange hair in pics above, had a random triangle in their hair. i told them they reminded me of a video game controller. the two of them wrestled later. we all smoked and drank and smoked and drank), been freezing up during sudden social interactions, got proper drunk, napped, was mistakenly sent to a movie that hasn't been released yet (don't tell J-J. partner & i walked around & got dinner instead, movie's in two weeks), pet a soft old beagle (found her hind-leg-thumping-scratch-spot btw), passed by a show i didn't have time for, i keep getting my fuckass work-generic-tv-station's song stuck in my head, got an interview as a university custodian again, Cream laying on my bed as i did teletherapy, finally got a sturdy waterbottle (dark green) and backpack (dark wine/maroon, purplish redish brownish, beautiful) after failing to thrift any, did the interview, applied for a custodial job at a museum, felt angry, daily body pain, depressed, read more of leonard cohen's poems, went to art night w my roommates, looked at old poems i wrote and realized i just need to write new ones (can't be a writer unless you write- also, though, i don't think i want the identity of "writer", and definitely not "poet". i write, maybe, sometimes. not a writer.), witnessed snow in seattle on 3/12 on my way to work, watched my six-year-old iphone se completely dissolve over four hours last night..., joan suddenly stopped by! we all went to dinner together at their old job and talked, had really good pickled vegetables, played slay the spire more, more snow, printed out a ticket due to phone death, went to release party for a zine i have a page in, met Vic of Big Vic, had one of her gluten-free ube & white chocolate cookies (good), listened to two bands (sorely wished i had headphones for the second one, they were fun though), got one person to sign my copy of the zine/signed theirs (wanted to do a yearbook thing, but had trouble actually figuring out who contributed), made a bunch of slap-ons w postage slips, forgot about 1000 boiling kettles, bodily exhaustion strikes again, found a roly poly after sweeping! took it outside after photoshoot, spent time with partner, felt excited by a book, coworkers liked my drawings, dropped off diy-infused-olive-oil a guest left behind to the freegan group, gave the kind of slow/ focused head i love giving, did okay at work, found liquor but ditched it, stayed in on friday, called h&d, Cream got on my bed twice (jumped over my face once), sewed patches onto my satchel, went to pfrm (acquired: sudoku+Hole+girls-invented-punk-rock buttons, cargo maxi(?) skirt, 2 notebooks of bookbinder's scraps; chatted with said bookbinders, which was fun & reminded me i want to get back into it), got my left nostril pierced (friend said it looked made for me and i felt very happy), watched Project Hail Mary with partner, partner's partner, and partner's partner's aspiring two partners (we all went to dinner after as well, family-style with shared dishes. absolutely fucked up that bok choy. i love you bok choy.),
Lo and Beholden, Patti Smith
Revenge, Patti Smith