Done with freshman year and LIVING THE UNBURDENED-BY-ACADEMIC-LIFE DREAM IN NEW YORK CITY AS OF RIGHT NOW
drunk with happiness and power
and other shit
Good shit poppin’
Everything’s really picking up around here, so in the interest of not going insane over the next month, just tryna keep it all in perspective with a list of very good things.
- Save for some measly sniffles, good health
- Writing, reading and spoken command of two languages
- Enough money to eat, live, and not worry
- The bomb-ass weather New York has been having this week
- My wonderful daily strut home in the sun
- Generally really great classes
- Mastering a new backhand grip with a minimum of struggle
- The ridiculous night I just had at Cubbyhole, surrounded by great friends, beautiful women, 2 dollar margaritas and a Ukrainian male model named Yuriy
- Last Thursday wasn’t too bad either
- Things to look forward to i.e. this Friday’s party, next weekend’s tournament, and general continued living of the NYC dream
- Living solo with a minimum of hiccups and a maximum of friend support
- Sick awesome people who care about me
- Moving onwards and upwards on the daily
- the good life by kanye west plays on repeat -
“You were so delirious yesterday. You kept singing ‘The Motto’ to yourself at lunch and then going back to your plate of french fries.”
I’ve had kind of a ridiculous weekend
That’s all
Junior Mafia - Player’s Anthem
Grab ya dicks if you love hip hop
Rub ya titties if you love Big Pop
Are probably not lyrics a white, middle-class girl from the 00’s should identify with
Nor are they smart ones to have stuck in your head during a formal psychology study about childhood trauma
And yet - here we are
Disturbing images have just surfaced from the commune where my dog is spending the next few months.
Very, very disturbing.
I’d go through life with a markedly shittier attitude if it wasn’t for this album. Literally the only thing able to snap me out of stress-funk right now.
(via anti-flowers)
I’m a changed man, look at the range man, I got a whole new game plan.
somehow this song, some Drake, some Lady, and Ingrid Michaelson’s “You and I” became the jams of this break
no shame at all
