Admit it. Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance and vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy new york underground fashion magazine...Proto-typical non-conformist. You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store gestapo. You adhere to a set of standards and tastes that appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges-BULLSHIT-giving your thumbs up and thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go analog baby, you're so post-modern. You're diving face forward into an antiquated past, it's disgusting! It's offensive! Don't stick your nose up at me!
Any of the moms that follow me:
I just joined a cute book exchange for children’s books and you should, too! In the end, your sweetheart will end up with 36 new books!!
So, if you’re interested, message me your address and I’ll send you the paperwork!
Ellie’s gonna love this. <3
I decided a few things. Some of them are secret in nature, so it would be foolish to spoil them. Some of them, though, I can say!
- I’m going to start editing/writing my book. I’ve been having trouble with this because most of the material dates back a few years and comes from a place of really dark drunkenness, and it’s hard for me to connect with those feelings again. However, it’s all been nagging at me lately and I think now would be a good time to help my work along. Writing is the only thing I’ve ever been particularly proud of, so this is going to be a reboot. :) Huzzah.
- I’m going to read 100 books by the end of the year. I’ve only got 21 down so far, but I am determined. Remember how epic Perks of Being a Wallflower was? I do. That’s how I’m feeling about Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close right now and how I’ve always felt about Bukowski, and Lolita and a few others. These kind of novels/short stories/poems/blurbs/whatevers are what feed my soul and make me feel like a worthwhile person and that, my friends, is something I will never stop wanting to be. SO. I’m interested if anyone has any suggestions for books that changed their life. And I swear to god, if you recommend Dan Brown or John Grisham or James Frey, you should just feel BADLY about yourself and never recommend a book to anyone. :)
- It turns out it’s nearly impossible to stop gossiping. And you know, I love to gossip, so I don’t think that’s going to change. I’m just going to try to say exactly what I mean all the time instead. I know that’s not possible 100% of the time but I’m going to try. I catch myself telling little white lies or responding to people in ways that often are the exact opposite of how I feel about what they’re saying. Does that make sense?
There’s more, I’m sure, this is the gist.