2 do list:
*Call my BFF Gina
*some how bring in an extra 4 grand in the next month so that I can take a guilt free Vegas trip.
*light money candles or hustle.
Easy. People are offering me projects and I’m ignoring it. My brain is so fucked up. I’m refusing money so that I can hibernate without the outside poking me with responsibilities. Get it together me. Get that money.
Just thinking about my favorite clubs. Itch’n for some binions and golden gate action.
I can imagine being at binions right now sitting at the bar smelling the smells. Drankin on my drinks..occasionally chatting with bartenders and rando’s. Still wearing garbage beads from mermaids. Maybe even lugging around a novelty squirt bottle or t shirt from the club counter.
Mmmmm Fremont feels.
cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
~Alan Watts (via changeiswithin)
This sounds about right but also too much.
Other than the layers of fat I’m pretty much 70% farts. Maybe?
Feels like I’m just a fart sack.