12/11/25 - Breakfast at Tiffany's

The work week gruff sees fit to do me in, but I haven't had a single reason to quit.

I believe in the capability of our world, in spite of it's many pointed challenges towards our collective hope.

1.6 Million dead in Tigray. It's enough to make you think it'll never get better. It's more than enough to make you give up. None of those people will ever come back to us. We allowed this to happen. Again.

So much has changed since the last time we've had to stand against the axis of evil. I try my best not to be a political aesthete, you know. I would seek to value the advantages that we have, I would seek to utilize those strengths the best we can. But I will not lie to you, friends... it becomes difficult to tolerate all the distractions. It becomes difficult to value the glories of the mundane.

But the film is a sad thing, for I wrote it ten times or more. It's about to be writ again, as I ask her to focus on sailors fighting in the dance hall... oh, man! Look at those cavemen go! It's the freakiest show!

The song and dance of congeniality and moderation has started to become unbearable. I'm tired of sitting down and letting the marauders walk past. I don't care to be enveloped in the shadow of pedophiles and mass murderers.

It's not normal, at all. It's like I'm waiting to snap again. I'm put into the mind of that film Network once again. That beautiful shade of yellow rears it's head once again. Oh, any time I see that screaming shade, it makes my day. Any version of it, I swear. Sometimes it's more saturated, sometimes It's got a pinch of orange in there. I love it every time I see it.

I'm finding comfort in haptic aesthetics. It's really something worth pulling my hair out.

I  want to buy one of those banana colored raincoats they used to wear in the movies. I need to surround myself with dandelion colored knick knacks or I might just lose my mind.

Ohhhhh...I should do a new photoset. I'm listening to Sade to help get my mind off the fact that none of my coworkers got here until after 12 so I wasn't able to do my makeup, grab lunch... nothing.

Sometimes I wish I could be that beautiful, like Sade, y'know? If only. I think even 3 years down the line in this transition, I still won't feel beautiful. I feel like it will have very little to do with whether or not I really am or not.

I forgot to finish this one. See you soon!