20th
I quit!
A good exclamation! No more two jobs. Fuck that, I don’t have to be old and miserable yet.
No way. Not me.
This week feels like a new life. A better one.
I want to do everything. I want to do everything i’ve ever thought was a good idea, everything that ever was a good feeling.
I’m fucking:
rolling joints. i haven’t smoked anything for real in years, i’m curious if its still the same.
getting out paint
laying my head against the speakers while a good records on repeat
making gallons of tea
reading so much calvin and hobbes
feeling everything and writing it down
getting back in touch with a best friend
nyc, yes please.
buying tons of socks
And putting as many of them together as i can.
so so many more things! i can’t even think straight. when i’m happy i don’t know what to do with myself really.
Heres to a new life.
