friday 5:02 am - my mom is leaving for the airport and i’m getting everything bagel crumbs all over the carpet she vacuumed the night before. the women in my family are addicted to cleaning up messes we didn’t make. i mostly limit my corrective compulsions to emotional labor though, considering i don’t know how to use a broom. this is starting to sound like something hillary clinton would say to amy schumer.
“i can never tell if i’m finding my way back to myself or if it’s just the high of buying a new sundress.” You know I love this & the musical inspo 🌼
‘An encyclopaedia in a blonde wig’ is such a great line. I enjoyed Damnable Tales a lot - folk horror is a necessary antidote to… something.