danger most stranger

still summery and hot early on, cooling slightly toward the end — still dry tho. the light starts to change, which i hate because light is stupid and poopid ✂️ if my workspace is clean i can breathe. if it’s not, i straighten if i have someone to talk to while i clean. otherwise i can’t breathe cuz im a messy bitch. i’ve started keeping emergency scissors in every room. they cut wire better than pliers sometimes. old epipen containers full of beads. kickin it old school. i’m obsessed with austrian crystal bicones this month cuz their asses catch the light like nothing else. candy elle called to tell me a story about a date with some guy who spent more time on his hair than she does “and he was a hair away from total baldness, too.” wtffff?! i might not have owned shampoo in years. i dry ‘poo to keep it toight and then soap my scalp weekly. conditioner too, especially with manic panic mixed in. people think being naturally nice is flirting; it’s not. it’s just trying to stay human. when done working i forced myself to take my pillsies with rice because it’s all i can keep down. i hate swallowing them but they keep me alive.