my boyfriend and girlfriend threw me a surprise birthday party last night and apparently told my mom ahead of time because she texted me this morning like "how you feeling champ"

it is my 35th birthday and this is the theme of this whole next year of my life

it's my god damned birthday tomorrow and everybody's gotta say nice shit to me

want :)

it's really early in the day for me to have already made a stupid purchase and yet

i am so happy to be a pervert ❤️‍🔥

Fresh Folsom tattoo :)

I am about to have a really nice time in my life

actually feeling this even more acutely two hours later

my life rules

what if i just.... got in bed

want to puke (positive)

bro i am fatiguéd

twice in a week an autistic woman entered my apartment and left with one of my broken cameras

a few years ago @theworldsgreatestwriter.com called Folsom Street Fair the "harmer's market" and now I have to call it that in every conversation with her, happy Folsom everyone

i'm trisexual because i like boys and girls and screamo vocals in languages i don't speak

i dreamt of driving a tan 1997 ford ranger at sunset, fingers interlaced with yours on the gearshift

the creeping terror of realizing what you want

ok i'm going to dinner, remember to fuck off

somehow in the past six months I've become the handpoked tattoo artist of record for a weird nationwide t4t polycule

:3

in love

I am listening to rough mixes for my band's upcoming album and saying stuff like "wow what a good album"

they're from the nation's midsection

I think people who know me well would describe the very weird day I'm having today as "classic rosemary"

band praccy :)

there's this process analogous to carcinization in which bands that write great catchy pop-punk songs eventually all become late-stage weezer anyway I wish joyce manor was still good

everybody should be scrounging for genres to append "-gaze" to and I'm zero percent joking, bud shallowater.bandcamp.com/album/gods-g...

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really thinking hard about buying a shitty little truck

house prime of rib

seemingly every trans girl between the ages of 25 to 40 has a dead-on patrick star impression in the chamber if you just get a single brewsky in her

life is unbelievably rich

I am so lucky

no-factor authentication; the air inside of my lungs is indistinguishable to the air outside of them and six digit codes mean nothing to me

lately it feels like I've figured a couple of things out but that probably means that pretty soon I'll be presented with a fresh new Spiritual Task for me to work on for a while

i'm charging my cattle prod

the phrase "play party" is, to me, one of the least sexy things imaginable

computers are hard

i feel insane :)

i'm working on something cool while also, regrettably, doing my job

fucked up: going to the gym made my brain work better

maybe sometimes my life is actually a little *too* rich and full and beautiful

nothing bad has happened yet but i know in my heart that i shouldn't have eaten that much dried mango

UGH

the part of me that knows how to deal with regular life gets hard rebooted whenever i go sleep in a tent and it takes a while to spin up again

camping is fun and i am tired :)

here for a good hole not a long hole

i was having a really hard time earlier but then i went to a party and danced and chatted with cute strangers and now i feel better :)

hot girl shit: making granola