a log of sorts
weather: cloudy and uncomfortably humid
decisions: decided not to go to the island up north. He's disappointed, and i feel guilty. He's texted a few times, in different ways, telling me that his friends will be let down when they see him get off the boat alone without me. i will be missed he says.
mood: sad, regretful
reading: Sex Goblin by Lauren Cook. The book arrived yesterday wrapped in brown paper kraft. The cover and pages are red, the typeset black in Neue Haas Grotesk. I stop every now and then to smell its new book smell. Each page is a tiny anecdote, mini-story, list, or vignette of autofiction observations. I feel like this genre is something I'd like to try writing. Last night i fell asleep reading; i haven't done that in forever.
this afternoon: perusing BMV secondhand bookstore to see if they have any gems.
tonight: going for dinner with my friend B.
listening:
just-discovered blogs i like:
- grubz.blog. Cringe writing? lol me too ;)
- Had a nice email convo with Oak.
- Zero o'clock wrote:
if you could get paid (enough to live comfortably) for doing whatever you want, what would you do?
A: writing on my silly blog.
yearning: for this lingerie set in black to sleep in.
grateful: this period of time wealth.
funny: if you say rise up lights you'll sound like an Australian saying razor blades -Koreydior_
summertime floral + sky roll.diary:
i love you bye x