i love american typewriter fonts like some people love other people
real-life update: put in ye olde resignation for 60-pounder, nee autism ravioli.
during my torturous lunch with ryan walker, he said something that has stuck: the more jobs you work, the less money you make. that combined with general stress that that job specifically entails, plus lack of studius maximus time (i lie; it's a concentration problem more than a temporal one), plus loan check equals the joy of decision-making that i can hardly suppress. for some reason i'm under the impression that i will be able to sit on the balcony with the dogs and have a mint julep every night. what a riot!
having many part-time jobs and being in school has made me feel like a more jaded--and yet calmer--version of 18-year-old me, sans the peace sign shaved into the back of my head (true).
is cynicism better or worse than escapism? amongst yourselves, please.
per the ongoing revisi(tat)ion (still back in march, if anyone's comparing the originals side-by-side):
pasteurizing supremely / RULES / link tool
or, my selected lifestyle
is pasteurizing supremely.
ryan mentioned bks, and i find this particularly compelling at the moment:
But I don’t have a fact in me.
I let the blog date this poem.
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