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I gave my last pair of chef pants to vinnies. I never will have to work in a commercial kitchen again.
I should wear makeup and dye my hair but I know I won't. It feels yuk.
I wanna be Sara Henderson and live on a property so large and so remote that they fly the essentials in by plane every 3 months.
Am I going mad? I was brought up on a small suburban block and learnt how to shop well.
My friend Anne said a long time ago " I just want to grow carrots". I didn't get it. Now I do. They grow very slow. They are very grounded. They taste yum when they have not been bleached and put in cold storage. It's hard to be busy when you grow carrots.
I like to say " fuck" and yes it's probably because I have a limited vocabularly. Despite the fact I have 2 university degrees. Yes. I said TWO!
I like jewelry but I don't wear it. It's annonying.
I love floral skirts.
I am addicted to self abuse. Currently it's manifesting in a mild socially acceptable form. I am sewing. It shits me. I am not very good at it. It's taking all my time away from what I am good at and what is easy for me. Drawing. ( see pics on side bar)
I hope no one is actually reading this. But my god it feels good to purge. I got to stop drinking coffee. It's making me anxious.
11: an apple a day keeps the mental health doctor away. Wish I didn't feed my blog through to my facebook account right now.