I got the cutest mug on the planet for my birthday. NaNoWriMo companion? I think so.
At some point in time, we're going to post the top 25 images from The Sartorialist. Promise.
The annual birthday post is coming soon. But now, I just want to talk, because no one can listen right now. I should go swimming right when I finish this. I should do a lot of things, really. But they don't happen because it just doesn't. No one is pushing me, and I can't motivate myself. Stagnant water grows algae.
Here's the thing: I'm not good at trying to be someone else. I can't express myself more or less or differently than I do right now, because when I do, I feel like a bitch or a pushover the whole time. I can't handle that. And it feels like everyone is either more present or less present than I am. Why can't we all just be on the same stage, for once? It's like with food, I can never quite tell how much is right to have, and that's like with talking, I never know.
I'm thinking about this too much. I know that. But that's how I am. That's how I think, and I can't change, and I don't want to change. So there. This is me. Take it or leave it, world.
Monday, May 9, 2011