I woke up today with a goal. I wanted to run 3.5 miles in 35 mins. I couldn't because there was a dog that scared me, so I had to walk past it in a non threatening way. Then some really creepy Mexican looking young guy in a black modern pick up truck came to the park and just sat there in his truck for 10 minutes. He has done this before, I think once. So I had to look out, and keep my eye out on close exits. Therefore, I really didn't complete my tasks that I had sought for myself. I'm bummed, but maybe tomorrow will be better. Also, I am really hungry. I keep eating every hour, but very small portions. at 7 am, I had a granola bar. at 8 am I had a kolache. Now I made a banana smoothie with a slice of wheat bread with peanut butter and jelly on it. I am already thinking about lunch time. I want to take a nap before doing so though. My novela starts in a bit though, so I don't see that happening for me.
We Are Who We Are A masterpiece from Luca Guadanino BECAUSE MY HEART IS BREAKING. AT THE FACT THAT NOT MANY PEOPLE ARE WATCHING. That's alright, I didn't watch Euphoria so I guess we are even? I hear it's a similar concept except the ones in this program have no real issues that can justify. At least Fraser. Who happens to be my favorite. Who happens to be the one I relate to. Why am I so OBSESSED? Maybe because all I can remember from my time in Italy is being constantly drunk. Wine, Tequila, Limoncello, and Prosecco. Venezia, to be precise. Is it because the soundtrack resonates with my long walks to nowhere. Eating shit, beating heart. Walking along those canals and running towards buses. Camping ground fun. Not to mention, the beginning of the heartbreaks. Merletto Veneziano, biliardo, baciato dal sole. Because maybe inside I am unlikeable. Broken, but putting my strong fronts. Maybe I don't want to be liked either. Yet people persist... I can't stand how much
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