Here’s a bunch of stuff on my mind.
First of all, what would Peter Pan be like during the month of October?
I need a support group for how much I can’t stop saying “spooky.”
Sometimes in the morning, I have this vision of myself being a really interesting person. I walk down the street with a cup of coffee (in a mug), wearing fancy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that really says something about my personality (animaniacs), with my super chill dog (she’s not), and we go down to the pier at Transmitter Park and just look at the city and sigh, before going on to have a terribly productive day.
This has never happened. I tried it, but it resulted in coffee, literally everywhere.
I do love Margie though, even when she’s really not chill.
Margie didn’t really swim that close to the dolphins, but I like to think they have a kindred spirit.
In other news, I’m really fucking broke right now. The irony! My book is coming out! I appear to be working so much (I am), but I can barely pay my rent? It’s times like these I’m grateful that I made the local bartender my friend, so I get a lot of free negronis.
This is a cry for help. Please buy my book. Or buy art from me for a holiday present. Or buy my new merch? I feel really pathetic right now, but hey! That’s just a part of my human experience!
This ultimately led me to drawing this while watching TV, so I call it a win-win, lose-lose situation.
Those who know me know that I’m not doing super great right now. I’m like, ya know, fiiiiiine. But also totally not. I ran into my friend on the street and immediately started crying, which really sums up everything.
I’ve lived in New York for almost 7 years and it seems I’ll never really know if this is where I want to be. I feel tied to the city with work and all the friends I’ve made here, and yet, I often feel so terribly alone, with no family dinner to attend. I find family dinners to be one of the most renewing, spiritual things in this life. It’s like a perfect reset to your week. A bath of love. It’s all I want but, my family is on the other side of the country. And this is literally all I complain about, all the damn time. I feel bad for people around me! They’re probably like “just move already,” but I’m afraid to. So I just cry all the time. Also, I’m on my period.
You know when you have a bad dream? Yeah… me too.
Before I go let me quickly clarify that I had a hot dog and a corn dog. Just want everyone to know there was some fun variation to my night!
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Song on repeat: Happiness by Taylor Swift
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Obsessed with: Waking up and watching horror films
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Last night, I attempted to take both my dog and a mug of wine for a walk. I imagined it would be meditative/moody and make me feel *some kind of way.* My dog was a tuggy nightmare the whole time. For me, the fact that my dog's chaotic energy interrupts my ability to curate a specific aesthetic as I go about my life is probably a good thing! Helps me not to take myself so seriously.
Hope you have a family dinner coming up this holiday season! <3