i got a clockwork orange for $2 and i lost my water bottle (again) but replaced it (again). i stalked too many people and experienced beautiful things, so many beautiful things. is that not the best sensation? to be overwhelmed by beauty?
hm. i had a very collegiate st. pat's day - from an irish car bomb, to making yummy drinks for people i don't know, to imbibing in whatever the fuck is visible. i also gave a toast to many things (happiness, washington, mt. rainier, and, apparently at one point, eyes). and love was eminent and free and vast and wide. i like that.
270. drinking water "as if it's going out of style"
271. running (but i'm also very fond of walking)
272. good times. i love good times. fuck yeah for good times. fuck yeah for saying "fuck yeah" way too many times. cheers to our youth
273. the feeling of paying for my own tuition (granted it's for a junior college.. but being able to put my skinny little paycheck to something productive makes me smile a little)
274. i am thankful for my clinical depression. it is familiar, it is real, it is comforting.
275. while on the subject, i love my psychiatrist's voice. i also appreciate his diction (for example: "are you at liberty to speak?" holy fuck nothing can make me feel more human)
276. jenga blocks
277. tofu-edamame nuggets
278. garlic. putting garlic on everything.
279. the renowned nbc show 'community'
280. fucking deja vu. that shit cray
281. the stream of consciousness that i've manifested by drawing/writing/scribbling/sketching into my racially diverse group of notebooks
282. gop jokes
283. lots of macarons
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