Gasoline rainbows n shit

Sitting outside the gym waiting for Riley & Autum so that we can bake in the sun and forget the stressful banality of life. I stayed up till 3am with that goddamn fucking assraping son of a fucktits website until I forced myself to put down my laptop and lie down. Where I proceeded to obsess over said fucking assraping son of a fucktits website until my brain got tired and shut me down. As a result, I feel like I’ve been maced. But hey! We strive for delirium! What’s more, we succeed! Friday night Lacey slept over and we ate pizza and drank white girl beer and watched Stranger Things and talked about an upcoming trip to Destin later on in September. When we woke up on Saturday morning, it was raining, and it was sexier then Charlie Hunnam covered in grits wearing a strategically placed bow. She left and I spent most of my morning yelling at Wix until I had to force myself to get out of the house before I had some sort of embolism. I went to the cemetery in the rain (it was lovely) and it calmed me significantly, as it always does. Somewhere between photographing bubbles and artfully decaying tombs, I had a Fatass Thought. These happen frequently. Lately I have been ignoring them, which is good for my health but when you ignore a Fatass Thought, they back up and up until the sheer force of their multitude overwhelms you. Thanks to Wix, I was already overwhelmed, so I indulged my inner Fatass and picked up two sides of Gouda grits at Another Broken Egg. I then went to my mother’s, and shared one of them with everyone (I may have an Inner Fatass, but at least she’s not selfish with her gains) and tried to get Mom to watch Orange is the New Black (which I haven’t finished yet, damn night shift) but watching TV in their house is useless. Getting my mother to pay attention to a show is like trying to read Nietzsche to a cat fucked up on bath salts. Unable to avoid it any longer, I returned my home and toiled at Wix. I had finally gotten somewhere when I had to stop and restart the entire thing over again. Now I’m stuck, and I don’t know how to fix it. I had to force myself to put it away to take a bath and read some Questionable Content to calm myself down. *must buy Questionable Content set when $ permits* I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to recreate Satori, but it manages to ruin my life every time. I don’t know why I keep trying, but I guess I must ‘suffer for my art’ or something. If art is a whole folder dedicated solely to beer keg stands. I’ve also never been good with the word ‘no’. Anyway. Probably going to the Myrtles this Friday and putting $ down on a room for Destin. Then I’ve got a lady breakfast on the 26th.

I’ve been training the new LaPlace front desk girl (very sweet) for the past two weeks and ping ponging back and forth between LaPlace and Kenner, so work has been nuts. This is my last week in LaPlace while she’s at Epic training. Autum’s almost here and I have to go and shit post in my private journal about my inability to face things, so...you know...get lost. ☠️