malloreigh

i haven't taken any photographs of myself since july twentieth. i just uploaded all of the photos i've taken since then and not a single one of them is of me. i think that's a completely unique event.

still so many things to purchase, find and make before burning man. still so much to do. and everything else on top of that, too. goodness gracious, i'm full of lists. i'm dreaming lists, lists, lists.

went to victoria this weekend. it was just what i needed. the five hours of transit time is bliss for me these days. i used to hate it so much, always wanted to be somewhere, never wanted to wait. but now i use that time to read, think, write, be. it's some of the only downtime i get. spent my time there with friends, sitting, talking, drinking, playing games, relaxing. it was beautiful.

i missed pride. i miss pride every year. why change that now?
i just can't face crowds of sex-crazed strangers right now.
and i DEFINITELY can't face any of the beautiful and amazing women i've been flirting with lately. because i need so very badly to be alone and my heart is a cold storage locker of hanging pig carcasses.

gross.



i draw pictures.