i didn’t grow up with santa, just 3 men on camels traveling through the desert and then also the menorah. i think there’s a version of myself who can recite the passover prayers by heart but he’s a little boy who is still studying for his mitzvah. i need to get a fucking drivers license sooner rather than later but please lmk if you can think of something more scary than being 26 driving on a highway having never done it before. how the fuck do you merge? the other day i forgot that if the line in the middle of the road is dashed you can cross it and go around cars in front of you in the same lane. that was the one and only thing that i remembered from being 16 and in drivers ed and i didn’t even remember it 10 years later.
i’m smoking too much weed and there’s a pang in the solar plexus to say that because
i love being away from earth. greetings earthlings, it’s me, and i don’t know a fucking thing. except i have good taste in people, generally, i know i have a beautiful heart like, in a lot of ways, and like, a lot of the time, and i know i can type really fast.
i can’t believe how fast my fingers move when i play beatstar, tap tap revenge girl alive and well.
olivia keeps looking up at me as they build our shoe rack from the carpet. hi, baby.
i want to take an online typing test for the fun of it. i’d do that job 9-5 for sure. anyone looking for a secretary? i actually applied to something perfect for the moment and my mom said not to link my substack because it was a little.. out there. which is fair and i didn’t so again i say, as many miles away from this earth as i can get and turning so blue onto my eyelids, mad about u #7 on the blue moon palette:
greetings earthlings. i saw charlie at the boston hassle and they told me that they read my substacks every week but have to catch up on the most recent one before this one you’re reading now. thank you for opening the link i put inside of your inbox with my own two hands. at artists markets and also beyond i’m so floored that people can create things with their own two sweet little hands. stone crochet pillows and chains and bee makes the world’s greatest chess sets from clay. i put words into your inbox through links and love and html codes, which is actually so fucking sick that i did that and now we do that together. i see you my readers, i see who gets 5 stars on the visitors page. not to be dramatic, but don’t ever leave me.
i’m all caught up now thank you for putting more lovely words in my inbox :’^)