While I doubt that anyone has found my relative inaction on tumblr concerning, I feel weirdish about it, mostly because it means I’m without a computer, which means I’m not home, which makes it just that much harder to ignore the fact that I am alone—which, while beneficial on many levels, kinda fucking sucks sometimes.
have I mentioned that I’m a nanny in Australia now? I am.
(Source: abouttobedeleted, via stonerparty)
i need to find myself a pastime that will make me seem aloof and trendy. this would not only make use of my hermit-lifestyle, it would justify that lifestyle. the only problem is finding a hobby.
i was thinking of starting a fashion blog where, instead of posting insightful prose and pictures of me looking nonchalant/cute/unaware of the almost-certainly-expensive camera pointed at me/bony/wild/mild/trendy, i will post blurry pictures of wool socks and taco bell, because that’s all i buy, anyway.
maybe i will become a quirky songbird, taking my hipness to a whole new level by covering songs by other quirky songbirds, rod stewart, and john cage. mostly john cage.
i could always do a cooking blog, but it would probably be the same as my fashion blog, minus the socks, so maybe not.
Friday:
•lamented
•ate
•breathed
•etc.
Saturday:
•volunteered at a cat shelter
•but actually
Sunday:
•ate
•breathed
•etc.
Monday:
•made microwaveable glutinous rice dumplings
•etc.
Today:
•confirmed ticket for same day
•packed
•took driver’s test
•passed
•swapped cars
•got chocolate cheese
•got pulled over for speeding
•finagled way out of a ticket
•drove to dmv
•embarrassed self in front of attractive stranger
•got temporary license
•got breathtakingly unflattering picture taken for the actual license
•filled the tank
•drove the approximately 1.5 hour drive to dtw
•explained to security that the slab of chocolate cheese in my bag was a slab of chocolate cheese, not contraband
•realized i was in the wrong terminal
•etc.
up next: macon’s passionate fling with ridgefield, conn.
