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I picked up a wine tonight for a lil video chat with my girl Rummy 500 , because I am doing dryish Jan, but this seemed like an event. Now I'm just drunky on a bottle of wine and cleaning out my kitchen cupboards, having a Tupperware/bakeware existential crisis. Trying to make myself as untethered by material goods as possible without the help of another housefire. How many canning jars does one woman need? How much glass storage ware? How about cool loaf pans? What if I had to leave my house tonight and never look back, what would I really take with me? This non-stick bundt cake pan?
Without bakeware where would you live? You are a cake I am worried
Oh shit, Dolly spittin' facts at my ass right now.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I picked up a wine tonight for a lil video chat with my girl Rummy 500 , because I am doing dryish Jan, but this seemed like an event. Now I'm just drunky on a bottle of wine and cleaning out my kitchen cupboards, having a Tupperware/bakeware existential crisis. Trying to make myself as untethered by material goods as possible without the help of another housefire. How many canning jars does one woman need? How much glass storage ware? How about cool loaf pans? What if I had to leave my house tonight and never look back, what would I really take with me? This non-stick bundt cake pan?
ILY so much <3
and i hope the rest of your tupperware sorting explorations went well!!
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Had every intention to get lit this weekend with the family out of town but of course I get sick today.
Quick, I need to live vicariously through y’all.
Took one of the dogs to Florida Thursday night to handle shit. There was no driving after about 4pm. I came back to New Orleans this morning and have nothing to do except veg until bedtime except
Had every intention to get lit this weekend with the family out of town but of course I get sick today.
Quick, I need to live vicariously through y’all.
Went to the art museum and then to the movie Alive. Had the signature cocktail for the show, which was bourbon and something else but all that I could taste was the bourbon because I have an itchy trigger stomach when it comes to bourbon. Had two inspite of that. Moved on to one of the shit bars around Goodyear and chatted folks up like I do. Realized that I am distant cousins with one of the regulars there. A handy-man by the name of Jean-Guy who looks exactly like Heisenberg.
Next night I rallied and enjoyed a nice dinner at one of the swankiest spots in town. A chilled seafood tower that was alright, but very overpriced. And beignets with a cafe Cubano and a Sambuca con la mosca, very chilled. Always the highlight of my dinners there. Moved on to the punk/metal bar on the west side for a show headlined by Brood X, an Ohio noise psych band that features a theremin and a keen way of blowing out your eardrums without losing the nuances of their sound to a small space. It was an electric show. Smoked up with the lead singer and drummer before the show, so I was sufficiently fucked up and was doling out compliments to strangers in the most insane and awkward ways. Played some pinball until the bar closed down and as I was walking out the bartender who I complimented on her great shoulders slipped me her number. Came back home, spun some Peter Framptom and fell on a pile of records while playing my tamborine around the living room and now I have a bruise across my upper back.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
It's almost time for the next trio of holidays and I'm very unprepared. I don't have a date for Valentine's. I don't have any green beer for Saint Patrick's. All I have is the fat for Tuesday.
It's almost time for the next trio of holidays and I'm very unprepared. I don't have a date for Valentine's. I don't have any green beer for Saint Patrick's. All I have is the fat for Tuesday.
8 days away. I haven’t even figured out a costume yet. Gonna be scrambling late this week to pull something together.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
It’s a multi day party. Friday I’m not even saying what. Saturday 1pm-3:30am. Sunday. Today an hour or two of work. Tomorrow is Mardi Gras and Wednesday is vacation. 6 days of not giving too many fucks. I don’t get that many 6-day bashes in. It’s probably time to retire from working.
My cat (mr stinky poopy butt Bowie buttons baby boy) just brought me a toy (a ziptie?) he wants me to listen to julien baker so bad but I’m focused on healing rn
I love the internet and all the people I know though the internet but at the same time its kinda crazy how many of my closest friendships are sustained through a tiny glass and metal rectangle. On one hand I wish I could just physically hang out with all my friends but on another hand I love that I have so many amazing friends all over the country and the world. I guess I just want to say that regardless of whether I know you mostly in real life or through this tiny rectangle I love you and miss your faces.
I love the internet and all the people I know though the internet but at the same time its kinda crazy how many of my closest friendships are sustained through a tiny glass and metal rectangle. On one hand I wish I could just physically hang out with all my friends but on another hand I love that I have so many amazing friends all over the country and the world. I guess I just want to say that regardless of whether I know you mostly in real life or through this tiny rectangle I love you and miss your faces.
Drink. Drink. Drink. Don’t think. Drive kill. Party down party down drink til you can’t even see. Fill your car with your buddies and wrap it around a tree \m/
I've been watching Yellowstone and I'm really bad about adaptingmy behavior to what characters do on screen, so I've been pounding whiskey. Whenever I watch Mad Men I start smoking cigarettes again and I also drink whiskey then
I’m not drunk but we acquired a free bottle of Brunson VSOP cognac. I poured a little bit to sip on. I remember from the past that decent cognacs have a lot of different flavors, but I’m not used to sipping straight. I could make a bad ass mushroom sauce with it, but I think this is better served in a glass.
