leaky faucet behavior

my mother emailed me today to say that she and my father were visiting california for their spring break, and i started crying. crying because parents, i've realized over the last two years of living alone, are the only two people in the world who make it a priority to be unconditionally nice to you (that and older siblings, younger brother dearest). you'd think that this isn't a quality hard to find in other people, but it is. people can be nice, but rarely unconditionally nice, offering up themselves no matter who you are or what you have done. or maybe i'm just jaded from living in the city, where crossing strangers on the sidewalk is like brushing up against 200 grade sandpaper. crying from lack, and crying from relief.

thought

is what sets me apart from other women an internal sense of savagery? or is it what keeps us alike?

re: our mutual codependency

this one's for you, magda.

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i am sitting on my fingers as my hair grows a millimeter longer every day, teeth clenched in my latest test of my will. we have to challenge ourselves every now and then, and mine is to let my hair grow out, to face that terrible word - normativity - and to own it. in the meantime i keep right clicking pictures on the internet, and saving them to an archive of the grrl i used to be.

instructions on achieving nirvana

1. turn on where is my mind.
2. imagine the world around you falling, like that final scene in fight club.

worker productivity on the rise

i mean, so what if i did spend this morning making a post-it menagerie?

random fact

i love felix gonzalez torres.