bunny bedtime
hot and clear, peak summer heat — the kind of gnarly weather where you’re basically a vampire, only working at night or with all the curtains drawn. deadass the hottest it gets ๐ฐ i feel crappy but i just want to make some stuff. my hands are freakin raw from stringing beads and sorting stones. phyl thumps every time i drill; maybe she hates the sound or maybe it’s just her way of saying “stfuuuuuu.” i always stop and say “good night phyllis” even if it’s 3 pm. (bunny bedtime is 4pm.) candy elle called twice today. once just to ask to text himari’s phone so they could find it. she could have just done it herself tho ๐คฃ people at work were oohing over my creativity, they seem to think this bitch is “so artsy” but i’m mostly sitting here trying to get through the fuckin day. i mean, yes people do talk to me about being creative, and yes i love to make things… i guess they think it’s my whole personality but i don’t know.

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