My greatest beef with December 31 is that there seems to be enormous pressure to have THE BEST TIME OF YOUR LIFE. Madonna sang about it. Celebrate. Holiday. I hate that song. Several films have been made about it. And while I would like to do just that- have the best time of my life- I know wearily that just because one night is designated for it does not guarantee even a little bit of that. In fact, the greater the anticipation of hype, the greater the disappointment it seems. Even now, I have no plans and no one I know has plans. I would like to just get it over with please, in the most pleasant non-threatening way possible.
I have no resolutions, only goals. Murky they may be, but they all lead to some sort of ultimate success. There are lots of things I want to try and I don't see any good reason why I can't do it now. You'll see. It'll probably end up on the internet.
I only want to be surrounded by positive inspiring influences nowadays. I don't know why I'm feeling this strange dull urgency that I need to make some mark for myself somehow. A greater sense of my own mortality perhaps. Something like that.
I scoured Kmart and Duane Reade in the train station for a watercolor palette and for some weird reason they were both sold out. As in, I saw where they should've been, but there was just an empty space. Coincidental thwart? Hmph.
However I did find this:

Future glue. Do you know what that means? Because I don't. The package implies it's like super glue. But future glue? How does that compare! For $1.99 I decided to see if it could bond my broken serpent ring together.
Time traveling glue in the last aisle of Duane Reade.
This is how early 90s family-oriented action movies start out.
1 comment:
we should just party with stephanie and bake delicious things in ovens with gas and fire.
also, do you want to do some sort of shopping this weekend? i'm in a uniqlo mood.
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