It is that time of the morning when the pizza/shawarma place across the road makes the super delicious very addictive garlic sauce. Now all I want is all of the food dipped in all of the garlic sauce. It is a blessing and a curse living twenty feet from this place.
I am like 200 pages into the Luminaries and what the fuck are these people even up to? I am sure the next 650 pages will be very ~illuminating~.
Eleanor Catton is doing a lunch with the author type thing in Ottawa soon but tickets are $85. So, that’s not happening.
There were a lot of cute babies at the mall today which always causes me to think of spawning my own tiny human, and then I ate a brownie for brunch and spoiled my dinner by baking delicious peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and eating like six of them while it was in the oven and I remembered I am a bad adult who shouldn’t create more tiny little sugar monsters like myself right now.
"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers
Cultural appropriation is so fucking gross. Never cute, always gross.
In unrelated and better news, my hair is fire red again and I am going to get the side shaved either tomorrow or Thursday.
My god. I am so damn tired. But everything is so cleeeeaaaaan.