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fuck. one of my favourite coffee places closed for good. another one. I kinda saw it coming – it was always half-empty, which is exactly why I loved it. quiet, calm, a place to hide for
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fuck. one of my favourite coffee places closed for good. another one. I kinda saw it coming – it was always half-empty, which is exactly why I loved it. quiet, calm, a place to hide for
lately I feel like I’m drifting again. not completely lost, but definitely not where I want to be. that weird in-between space where I keep moving, going to dance classes, checking things off… but
well…. my ex-wife asked the Church to erase our marriage. wow. I said no. not because I’m angry or want to make anything harder, but because I can’t agree to delete a part
I have Tourette’s. a pretty mild case. I’m fine with it – I can control it, or rather blend it into my daily life, my movements. it’s all good, I don’t feel bad
#apple #music, when I play something called “my station”, keeps giving me sad songs. well, mostly. spotify didn’t do that. and i wonder – does apple music think i’m a sad person? need sad songs?
so I’ve just finished another jazz class – first one with a new choreography. and I have to say one thing. ech… it’s jazz. no, no, no — it’s fucking jazz! I’m still failing
oh man, I can’t stop laughing. I’m sitting in a #café and a little boy walks in – maybe 8 or 9 years old. he orders something tiny, espresso-sized – maybe a mini hot chocolate,
so, I’ve installed #badoo again. it’s like tinder, you know – swipe, match, chat, repeat. I do this once a year, maybe. I don’t even know why now. because I know it’s not