How to be a time lord:
- cold water
- cetaphil
(Source: femburton, via spatiallyexpandmyhorizons)
Little bro sending the best bday wishes ever
shout-outs
- To the lunch ladies at the school restaurant who smiled at me, and gave me a much larger amount of food than I can ever eat, but would be appropriate or slightly not enough for my man Daniel (hey). Also, the grandma with purple hair sitting next to me. The cafeteria, apart from giving me a hilarious amount of anxiety (where do I sit!!!!! why am I back in middle school!!!!), is pretty sweet and I ate my body weight for about $3.
- To the dudes at the padaria down the block from my apartment. The old dude and I talked about suicide this morning and how his uncle, after losing a hand, tried killing himself three times. He snapped out of it when they took him to somewhere that is beyond my level of Portuguese, and told him that he only lost a hand, and not his life!!! This conversation came about after I said what up, he said he was fine and you have to be fine you have to keep going what else are you going to do with your life. I think this secures our relationship as “best friends”. Also, he and the young dude know my order.
- To the unidentified flying bugs that bit me on my forehead, lower lip, and forearms at 4:38AM yesterday. Fuck you.
- To the driver of the bus I take most days who, when I walked on yesterday afternoon, said “Ah! You again!”
- To my fellowship for funding a trip to the goddamn Amazon so I can swim with some pink dolphins (this is not the main purpose of the trip)
yesterday’s lunch c/o the history and geography building
This is supposedly a croissant filled with turkey breast and cheese. I don’t know what kind of cheese. It is slightly warm and soft. I guess it looks like a croissant, but really, who are they kidding, it was frozen fifteen minutes ago and no one that works in this storage-unit-cum-café has any idea what a real croissant looks like. I pretend it is a real croissant, but try very hard to erase any expectations I would have of a real croissant.
As I eat it, I realize that there is maybe 5 to 0% turkey and it is mostly cheese. It tastes and feels kind of like ricotta, but really, what do I know. All I know is that it fills my 4PM empty stomach as well as anything else, probably better than the raw nuts I have in my backpack. Who eats raw peanuts? I am confused about the fact that there is no turkey, but maybe it was a factory defect. Is that possible? Whatever, it cost R$3 and I will continue eating at least two or three per week until the end of November.
Score:
me-0
croissant-1
We can’t stop listening.
reading an article about the best face sunscreen instead of making a budget or like, thinking about doing the research that i am being paid to do. will maybe throw away around 1k to go to a conference in new york.
don’t tell my dad.
My mother thought that we would find flat leaf parsley (and the extra virgin olive oil that the recipe called for) in a market in the part of town where the art museums were and where the houses looked like art museums too. She was right. Apparently, wealth allows you access to the future.”
— Monique Truong, in her T Magazine column Ravenuous. T
a girl came through my place of business earlier and started talking to me about how she went out on a third date with some dude & he ended up being a TERRIBLE kisser. last time she came through she asked me if people ever say mean things about my septum piercing. she is a great person and much more entertaining than the principal of the local middle school who gets a regular coffee with milk, no sugar thanks bye.
