Our apartment is tiny so this morning I had to send Adrian into the other room in order to throw up in relative peace. “Go put your headphones on or something! Don’t listen to me!”
It’s six beers on a Tuesday, it’s poor decision-making, it’s being two months away from turning twenty-nine and still deriving a weird sense of satisfaction from doing stupid shit when I I know it’s a bad idea, or especially if I know it’s a bad idea. I don’t know what to do, so I’ll just do every single thing that pops into my head. Perfect!
This week will end, this mood will pass, but I can’t believe myself sometimes.
Last night I drank beer and stomped my feet in a bar, transported by music that fucking speaks to me, all banjos and harmonicas and other places and different times. I love it and it makes me sad. I love it because it makes me sad.
Well I probably should be drug out to sea, where I can’t hurt no one and no one can hurt me, they sang; at least I’d be free, and probably I’d see what caused me to be so detached completely. I think it’s always going to be this way.
"Can’t wait until my nausea turns into hunger so I can go get a breakfast sandwich" (update: it finally happened at 10:38am)
"My friend’s engagement pictures are so pretty god I hate her no stop thinking that jealousy is bad"
"Wonder if my assistant can hear me listening to ‘Turn Down For What’"
I’ve been on vacation and am returning to the real world now, and I’m sure what I’m about to write will be repetitive for some. But I can’t not write it, and I hope that you share it because tomorrow, October 1, has the potential to be a historic day for Hong Kong, good or bad.
You have probably heard about the protests going on in Hong Kong. I won’t revisit the general history or most recent events. Instead I wanted to post some important historical and contextual points that are significant to how we understand the particular conflict that’s taking place right now.
This is a long post, and far from comprehensive because I am only human and exhausted at that, but please bear with me.
WHY HONG KONG IS NOT THE SAME AS CHINA
WHO IS PROTESTING AND WHY
THE VERY REAL THREAT OF VIOLENCE
Hong Kong is 12 hours ahead of EST. I feel hopeless, thrilled, scared; I feel that we are facing something totally unprecedented. I know that the people who are out on the street know what the possibilities are. I am heartburstingly proud.
Do not look away.
I remember now that I should stop before six beers on a Tuesday because work hangover = worst hangover but it’s too late, what’s done is done, what’s chugged down in a bar while stomping my feet to bluegrass music is chugged, etc.
honestly my favourite thing on the entire internet
The ultimate bridal chic: Amal Alamuddin wore a jumpsuit for the civil ceremony.