me, when I don’t wear mascara

why do people bring their anti-social dogs to the dog park

Today, I swore I’d get a bunch of writing done, including prep for next month’s Manqué launch. Instead, I’ve been laying on my bed for the better part of two hours, reading articles about what it means to be basic and sending side-by-side photos of my face next to elven women from The Lord of the Rings, captioned, “me, when I don’t wear mascara” to people in my life who probably won’t find the concept nearly as amusing as I do.

I’m trying to remind myself that every day doesn’t need to be as productive as the last, but it feels like a platitude more than sage self-care advice. Internalized capitalism and Protestant work ethic etc etc etc.

Things I am thinking about today in no particular order:

  1. what is pink lemonade

  2. why do people bring their anti-social dogs to the dog park

  3. this wild grief website

  4. olive garden — when you’re here, you’re here

Truth be told, I’m not focusing on much at all. Tootles.