I need to invent the lives I haven’t lived. So I can wallow in happy memories.
I quit smoking three minutes ago.
That lip bite. That strut.
Everybody’s just looking as she stands there. And makes the world her bitch.
I need to learn to care less about some things, so I can make progress with other things.
Avoid distractions, basically. But distractions you care about, that are worthwile. Anyway. Back to greater things.
I’m more focussed when people are watching me.
“Personalize your weather.”
A service offered by the online edition of the New York Times.
I guess they’re serious about their offer.
I’m a dirty little freak. I’m so crazy and unnaturally outrageous. Just like everybody else.
Please, everybody, stop feeling special. Stop thinking you’re crazier than others. Or, if you do, know that you’re not.