my tattoo

itches, but I can’t scratch it. so I’ve gotten into the habit of not scratching other parts of my body when they itch too.

today was a shitty horrible day. awful at work. got really sick and tired of these godforsaken people and the lack of culture and intelligence or compassion or creativity in this uninspiring town. I will probably say it a million times again when I have enough time to properly word vomit. seriously. everywhere I look, aching craving desperate for something to strike me, for some hint of beauty or life or love or that spark, that thing that makes things unique and special and alive and have flavor. and everywhere there’s nothing. it all falls short. like buildupbuildupbuildupbuildup
letdown.
WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE DO WITH YOUR LIVES
nothing nothing nothing. buy buy buy pretend pretend pretend bullshit bullshit bullshit.
at least in olympia we have something to say with our words

these are all bits and pieces that have been floating in my head all day, and I wrote a lot at work, and I want to get that stuff off the napkin and on to my tumblr, that will help me feel better, but right now I am going to bed instead.
here’s to hoping tomorrow doesn’t suck as much and there are less completely stupid people around.

wow usually I am not so angry, but fuck me, it’s like the last month of being my own little floating island of difference in this sea of conformity is all building up and releasing now. I didn’t know there could be such stereotypicality this far away from the motherland.