dreaming about the house i'd have, how many meals per day i'd eat outside, spending the holidays in a different part every year, the clothes i'd buy, but mainly about all the free time i'd have. These fantasies keep me going, the working man's fuel!
feels so odd because how am I doing this?? When did I learn to do this shit but also it feels good. A happy mundane. Don't feel like an adult but suddenly I'm going to my doc appointment Just five minutes late and then shopping for socks and floss afterward. AND WITH NO LITTLE TREAT please congratulate me on that bc i be saving that muny I would've spent on an 8 dollar iced coffee when I have coffee at home. :) progress wow womanhood !!
if money were no object i would immediately hole up in an upscale hotel that allows residency or a weird airbnb and voraciously take in art and frantically create, intermittently leaving to wander aimlessly until i have mapped out haunts for myself. repeat for however long i feel, at times solo, at other times surrounded by friends and confidants
