I won’t write in a notebook that does not have a thought out purpose. I don’t want to be a part of something I don’t think I can’t put my all into, but sometimes I feel I should just get started without a reason and its meaning will be filled in.
Why didn’t I just watch this show on the couch instead of waiting to be 24 episodes in sitting uncomfortably at my desk?
I bought a can of jalapenos and my body is hating me for it.
Trying raw honey on a small fraction of my “blemishes” that it would apply to. Stand by.
I had a dream people were criticizing my taste in things ( like music) and I apologized because I never enjoyed those things with other people, so I was not sure how I should enjoy them. I woke up and thought, “That is hella stupid, why should I care?”
Doing a record borrowing swap with people is such a bomb idea.
Listening to Sade - Diamond Life, and I gave him Louis Armstrong and a traditional Japanese folk record
My actions feel heavy and clean.