Jules, y'know, honey… this isn’t real. You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them… there was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They made it up because they thought they needed it to keep them going when times got tough, just like you’re making up all of this. We’re all going through this. It’s our time at the edge.
What is your dayjob laneia?
THIS.
wake up at 5:45, take a shower / get dressed
make breakfast, pack lunches
tell a 5 yr old where his socks are, beg an 11 yr old to wear a different shirt for a change (or any variation of these things)
take the 5 yr old to kindergarten where i pretend to be like other mothers who are there in gym clothes or business casual while i’m in ripped jeans and a kathleen hanna t-shirt
GO TO STARBUCKS, hope to see katie the cute barista but hope she doesn’t talk to me b/c i haven’t had coffee yet and she makes me a nervous fucking wreck anyway
EAT SOMETHING
TURN ON COMPUTER
open the following tabs, in this order: gmail, AS dashboard, AS, facebook, tumblr, formspring, google search, thesaurus.com, pandora
open tweetdeck, read
CHECK EMAIL, file emails accordingly, take notes
LOOK AT THE DASHBOARD / DRAFTS, edit a thing or email someone who needs to write / rewrite a thing
MAYBE COMPOSE A DRAFT OR 3 OR NOT
email people who need someone to say something to make them feel better
email people because i need someone to say something to make me feel better
TALK TO RIESE / OTHER PEOPLE ON GCHAT
DO OTHER AS-RELATED THINGS THAT ARE MAYBE TOO SILLY TO TALK ABOUT
refresh tumblr, maybe answer a formspring question
read / send more emails, take more notes
EAT SOMETHING
put in one load of laundry
MAYBE TAKE A WALK TO TRADER JOE’S OR DRIVE TO TARGET OR A BOOK OR RECORD STORE OR CHECK THE P.O. BOX
pick up the 5 yr old from kindergarten
DO ALL OF THESE THINGS, NOT NECESSARILY IN THIS ORDER: prepare a snack, read through notes sent home by teacher, supervise homework, listen to stories, clean out lunchboxes, receive phone calls, dictate chores, make dinner, do dishes, fold / put away (or not) laundry, listen to more stories, give advice, bath time, bed time
STAY UP UNTIL 12 - 2AM REPEATING STEPS “CHECK EMAIL” THROUGH “TAKE MORE NOTES”
Canadian, in love with Californian. Just shoot me.
the northermost part of california is further north than the southernmost part of canada.
rethink what’s possible.
Writing is hard for every last one of us—straight white men included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig.
I’m ridiculous and unable to differentiate between you and Laneia when I read AS. Any tips? :s
me: what are some differences between us
i feel like you really like avocados and i only sorta like avocados, although they are growing on me
laneia: i do like avocados a lot
i’m more openly needy
you’re not
i’m short and you’re tall
i like college football and you would rather slam your head in a car door than even listen to 5 seconds of it, i think
me: you have two kids
little humans that you birthed
that’s another difference
laneia: yes
me: also i think you are better at makeup and hairstyles
laneia: i disagree with that
me: you like beer more than i do
laneia: you’re better at getting ready for nighttime things
me: i don’t like wearing flip-flops
laneia: i only want flip flops
i’m a hippie trapped in the suburbs. are you a hippie
i think you are
me: yes i am
laneia: you’re generally better at being alive than i am
you do things that are good for you
whereas i wallow
me: this conversation has taken a turn for the worse
laneia: no i just meant that i find some solace in settling in a feeling for a while, and you immediately find a way to fix it. i kind of cultivate it and then fix it.
me: you are better at email
laneia: i can’t read on subways
me: i can
laneia: do you have SEVERE VERTIGO
me: no
laneia: i almost fell off my sofa answering that question about the hot air balloon ride
i had to take a xanax and lie down
me: we both like to take a xanax and lie down
laneia: yes that is a thing i really love
what’s your favorite kind of sandwich?
1. grilled cheese (ideally cheddar on rye)
2. pesto with fresh mozzarella & tomato & basil on some kind of ciobatta-esque situation
3. whole grain bread w/lettuce, tomato, ham, cheddar & mayo
4. any kind of hummus/grilled vegetable paradigm
5. cheeseburger
6. veggie burger
7. peanut butter & jelly
I want to lose weight, but I don’t know how to without relapsing into an eating disorder? Help?
if you can’t lose weight without relapsing into an eating disorder
then maybe you shouldn’t try to lose weight
maybe you should just figure out that you are already beautiful
eat healthy and exercise also, because that’s good for your body
just so your body knows that you love it
you went to Sarah Lawrecnce for a while, right? what did you think? why did you leave? (hi i am a high school senior and this shit is difficult, ‘this shit’ being college applications)
i did
i left because i needed to take time off
and put my brain back into my skull
i didn’t go back because
even with my brain back in my skull
it still cost like 45K a year
which is a lot of money
for a little girl who didn’t know what she wanted in the world
university of michigan was way cheaper,
so i packed up my brain and went home.
Do you ever go back to the Taylor Swift article for some easy reading / entertainment in the comments? Each time I find another level of insane that I just can’t get enough of. I fear my fascination might be classified as crazy/wrong.
i stopped reading taylor swift comments i think a few weeks after it was published
i just can’t
you know?
i just can’t
Oakland is awesome! and hella gay. how goes the apartment search?
i found an apartment
it is so beautiful
i might eat it before i move in
that’s how pretty it is
breakfast lunch and dinner
will happen there
how long is too long when it comes to trying to get over my ex-best friend/straight girl crush? we had a huge fight about a year ago where she said i never cared about her (false.) and i still can’t look at her without feeling sad and bitter.
stop looking at her
look at other things
next time you look at her
work this thing out
or throw a sandwich at her face
If I put tomato sauce on a grilled cheese sandwich…. does that make it a pizza pocket ?
i had a grilled cheese and cream of tomato soup the other day
it was both tasty and a surprise