I know three real people who read my Tumblr. Three people I know. Maybe five. But I post really personal stuff on here. It’s really comforting to me and lets me get stuff out. I am trusting you guys.
For all the other strangers, I like having a place where I can just talk openly, and maybe some people are listening, and maybe some people aren’t.
I’d like to keep my Tumblr because the archiving is great. I’ve learned so much about myself on here in the past four or so years. I know I mostly post sad stuff on here, but a lot of times I’m happy.
I don’t know what the purpose of this writing is, but if you know me, keep this to yourself, and if you don’t know me, hopefully, we can find some sort of community in each other. We aren’t alone.
on the road
Today I was sitting at my desk at work and was setting an alarm on my phone for later to remind myself to set out my electric bill for my boyfriend because he needs a bunch of paperwork. I was in the middle of writing a story about jessica simpson’s swimsuit.
Then I saw this old alarm on my phone. 9:30pm Dad’s bday. I don’t remember why I had it on there. Maybe I had to wrap a present? Call him? I don’t remember, but what had served as a reminder last year did its job a second time. It reminded me that dad is gone.
So as I cried discreetly at my desk, I pondered all the ways I could get away from everything — the electric bills, the reminders, the meaningless celebrity gossip. I thought I could take my life on the trail, buy a covered hammock and just walk. And then I thought that I could take my dad’s van on the road. Drive it around the country. Live in it. Maybe I would be happier in there.
Does anyone have a good “fuck this” playlist?
my tumblr is just becoming a receptacle for my rage.
Watching local news makes me want to punch the tv. Other things that annoy me:
That person too
People who honk horns
The ridiculous unnecessary heat
V on orange is the new black
That cheese is not healthy
Being around people
Being in NYC
A thousand people wanting to come and stay in my apartment
People who ask me for money
Not being able to breathe
My non-ability to find a bathing suit
My bike’s leaky back tire
But mostly those two people
Thanks for reading.
I’ve made it my personal mission to support women in music and really try to expose talented chicks. It just sucks that the work I get rewarded for are stories about Miley Cyrus stripping down for a shower selfie. Fuck that. It’s time for things to change.
nobody understands how sad that viral video of that happy dad makes me. hiding from the internet for a few days….