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Jul. 19th, 2017 06:33 pm
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Unintentional gaslighting is the introjection of another person's projection.

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Jul. 19th, 2017 06:24 pm
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"I flavor blasted him right in the goldfish" sounds filthier than anything, ever.

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Jul. 18th, 2017 10:08 am
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Note to self. How intelligence and creativity and Imagination can be conflated with a personality disorder. How inadvertently setting hi imaginary thresholds for success can manifest as narcissism and personality disorder

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Jul. 18th, 2017 06:24 am
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I had a dream that we were all piolets and Karl stole my plane, and then I didn't talk to him, because fuck that plane-stealing-fuck.

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Jul. 17th, 2017 01:51 pm
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I've never been comfortable holding babies.
I always feel as though I am not physically strong enough, or maybe the wrong kind of strong; I worry that I'll drop them or break them by holding them too tightly (for fear of dropping them).
It occurs to me it's probably because I don't consider them people so much as deeply valuable, fragile, unpredictable things. Creatures maybe. I don't worry that I hug my friends too tightly or too lightly. It's automatic that I can embrace them because they're people and I trust them to pull their weight physically, so to speak. Babies can't do that. And they squirm.

My cousin's twins were born 2 nights ago btw.

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Jul. 15th, 2017 03:05 pm
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Vegidog sliders on Hawaiian King rolls with goat cheese, pickle slices, mango chutney, and hot sweet mustard, with a side of fresh cut deli-style steak fries cooked in avocado oil.

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Jul. 14th, 2017 08:43 am
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I keep imagining how awesome and grown-up my house is going to be when I'm done with all of my projects, and new-furniture-getting, and art-hanging.
And then I remember that I'll still be living in that house, so it will never actually be a grown-up's home. I will still have my blind spot for dog hair, and I will still be inured to all of the clay dust that accumulates everywhere all of the time. My aesthetic will still be comprised of stuff I acquired because I needed a thing once and it has no place within a larger schema or design or palette.
No matter what i do, my home will always be the seat of my apathy.
It'll always look like a nonsense mess because Elyse lives there. And Elyse is a nonsense mess.

I get my new bed frame today!!!

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Jul. 12th, 2017 08:55 pm
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Punched a bum.
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