“What is this bullshit about what kind of person I am? Maybe I am someone who gives up! I don’t know! Why would you know what kind of person I am? Everyone is like: ‘what kind of person are you? you have to know who you are!’ What a fucking cliche.”
You know those characters that you don’t think about for a while, and then all of a sudden get punched in the gut with the sudden recollection of how much you love them? Lin is one of those characters for me. I think she’s wonderful.
Also…my boss overruled me in this morning’s manager’s meeting. I didn’t see “the strange lady” on the agenda, as I’d sent him a request to put her on it to discuss whether or not we should permanently 86 her, present a permanent trespass notice, and if she shows up afterwards just have her arrested for trespassing.
“artists/poets do their best work when they’re suffering” actually bullshit. i’m the least depressed i’ve been in over two years and, non-coincidentally, i’ve written more so far this year than the last 2 years combined