“Pressure to Party” by Julia Jacklin. I fell fast and hard for Julia and she is now on heavy rotation. I feel like all her songs are just saying the things in my head.
“Pool Party” by Julia Jacklin.
“Maybe'“ by Buck Meek. Saw Buck and Mat Davidson (Twain) play at a house show and I am a BIG FAN of both.
“The Sorcerer” by Twain.
Life Without Longing - “Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.”
Naming Plants - I love naming anything.
Of David Hockney and Joni Mitchell Holding Hands - I am one of those people that reposted this on social media.
Last week I baked a loaf of banana bread, chocolate chip tahini blondies, and some kind of sunflower seed butter blondie/bread/bar that turned green inside. Saturday I had fried eggs on avocado toast for breakfast and poached eggs on avocado English muffin for lunch. I ate a lot of Chocolove dark chocolate and orange squares in work stress spirals. I drank a lot of fizzy drinks, shaved goat cheddar cheese on chickpea pasta and green pizza crust, and I put kale cashew pesto on everything. My insides probably look wild. This doesn’t even sound like I’m speaking a real language.
Saturday night I put on a gold sequined tube top to watch television while it snowed outside. I also painted my toenails a weird blue that I got from the Allure beauty sale at work—it’s Yves Saint Laurent and it’s called “Kinetic Blue.”
I have gone deep on a Nurse Jackie binge. Fleabag season 2 comes out today!!! Olivia Colman’s Oscar speech is amazing and now I love her even more. I watched an episode of Miracle Workers, written by Simon Rich (go read his books now), where Steve Buscemi plays god (his brother Michael pretends to be god in Nurse Jackie)—definitely entertaining but opinion not fully formed yet.
Friends: Sharing baked goods with them. Getting Honey Mamas from them. Wandering the city with them. Having lunch with them. Whining to them. Laughing with them.
Feelings: Last week I found myself one day flailing back in my chair at work uttering, “I hate everything” (I don’t really mean it) and then a few days later I teared up on the sidewalk and thought, “I love everything” (probably also not true, but better). The woman who interpreted my aura photograph told me I was full of feelings and easily influenced by my surroundings. “Suddenly you’re sad and suddenly you’re happy.” Yes.