I appreciate the combatants of cynicism. I appreciate those who wish me well outside of my birthday. I appreciate those who want what’s honestly best for me, what I will enjoy, and those who can separate those two categories. Yes, there are a handful of people that can credibly count themselves in that elite membership, and they certainly should.
When I blew out my candles tonight, I wished for something that will propel me forward. I saw my future and I knew it was warm, bathed in a dimmed golden light, dark red wood, and all the comforts a gentleman comes to enjoy.
I said, “I want a full house…”
Starting to get a little more worried about the frequency of these migraines. At least I wasn’t at work this time. They completely floor me, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent them or cut them short. All I can do is ride them out.
Loss of vision, crippling headache, dizziness, but I think the nausea is the worst part.
Still no idea what my triggers are.
Perhaps it’s stress, because that would actually make sense.
Please don’t be Vertigo. Please don’t be Vertigo.
Please tell me Kanye’s baby puts out an album someday entitled “North By North West” or simply just “North”, you know, by North West.
I think I’m gonna have to wait at least a decade before I can reap the pleasure of that level of forethought on Kanye’s part.
And a Hitchcock film, no less.
I don’t know how it ends.
You do. You will.
Flipping through Tumblr really makes me feel accepted. I can see the proof that there are other people that have the same very specific niche interests. Online community.
It’s like dissolving in water