"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
so at the end
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Today I felt like starting
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Better Lift
it is hopeful
ahnaf abrar
its good
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book