the famine of the right hemisphere

ive grown tired of eating out of styro plates, tired of the monotony of days. I’m tired of fragile plastic forks & deep fried chicken that taste like the convenience of manufactured society. Yet again I find myself in the isthmus of a quarter-life crisis & self-pity. Nowadays what sustains me is my new girl-crush Tina Fey & …. uhm, my boyfriend.

Haha. Not so funny when you’re in my shoes. I have always been morose, like, I take downers every six hours mistaking it for aspirin. And this three sixty turn towards the sunny side, injured my right brain, slightly, I guess. I had wanted to do a One-poem-a-day exercise but have been just circling around the idea. Now it’s all tangled up & I have NOT started.

…now I’m reduced to balancing a Parker pen on my desktop while I’m working; it’s a way cooler goal to avoid toppling it over than actually climbing the friggin’ steep corporate ladder; which is all bullshit, by the way. That’s general knowledge.