ugh. i'm at work right now just trying to do some paperwork and enjoy my chocolate milk and secret text messages and this old guy is sitting really close to me and keeps breathing on me and burping every five seconds. he keeps asking me random questions and i guess that's nice and all but isn't it obvious that i'm working?!?! or at least that i don't want to be talking to him? i don't understand. i normally don't get this annoyed with people but i want to tell this man to GTFO. jesus fucking christ.
after work immediately, i plan on walking to the cemetery by myself and taking a nap on someone's grave. i should have some company after that and i can't wait.

i ate all the raspberries in the container just now. washed it down with a glass of water in my possibly new favorite cup. wasn't sure if i told a kid how to spell "bubbling" right. is that how you spell it?
made a bold move today.
i'm so happy i did.

maxfield parish

So I'm at work right now and I am literally the only person in the office. This rules. I hope it stays this way for a very long time today so I can just dick around.

Last night I started thinking about this book my parents had when I was little. It was one of those huge art books with paintings by Maxfield Parish and it scared the shit out of me. In good and bad ways. Some of his paintings are super dreamy and beautiful, while others are just totally fucked and scary.

I have to ask my mom where this book went. I need to see it again.

dreary days warm days

I think the world is moving too fast for me again. Do you ever not even realize what happens to you in a day? Fuck. I hate it. I have to figure out how to be more present. I think I'm always in my head. I wanna be freeeererer

me in high school

hahahahahha