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NEW CAR NEW CAR | 7/20/2025

Guys you're NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS BUT I GOT A NEW CAR. This is absolutely relieving, as I've had a car since before I had a license, and this was the longest period of being able to drive that I haven't had my own vehicle. This last spring break, I crashed my car in a stupid accident at midnight where I ran into a crashed car because I looked at google maps for like a second. I actually went to court and almost got jail time if it hadn't been my first offense of like... anything ever. I have been completely devastated by the loss of what I knew as the best car I had ever had, my Buick Rainier that belonged to my grandma and still had my Monster High stickers in the mirror. (Dont worry, I salvaged them.) But now, I'm absolutely in LOVE with this new car. It's a huge mini-van that I plan to turn into a Sanrio/Kawaii themed camping vehicle. It has SO MUCH space which is perfect because I love traveling, but I haven't had like a camper or anything to do it, and I have my ESA cat that I bring everywhere named Itsy Bitsy. I'll def keep you guys updated on how renovating it goes! I don't actually need to fix anything as the previous owner is my dad's rich friend and it's nicer than any vehicle I've ever had, despite being a bit dated.

Pink Hair! | 7/19/2025

After actual months of deliberation and convincing myself not to over and over again, I finally bleached and dyed my hair. Full streaks, not any pussy shit. I kept telling myself that dying my hair would ruin how I present myself... which, it finally dawned on me, is just a strange idea. I'm not some celebrity or doll? I'm just someone trying to express themselves. I do love my natural brown, but after having a dream of shaving it all off, I knew I had to do something new!

Weird Customers | 7/17/2025

Writing this the next morning because I was so tired last night, I got home at 10:00 pm after work and just went to bed after downing half a tub of cottage cheese. Yesterday was just full of weird ass customers at the store I work at. Also weird coworkers. There's this one creepy guy who physically turns to watch me walk by and says hi whenever I end up having to walk past him. Yesterday, he did it as I was stepping INSIDE THE WOMEN'S BATHROOM?? WTF?? I'm just waiting until he does something and I can report him to HR because I genuinely thought I was about to get murdered. Then there was this weird old guy, like 60s,70s,80s- veteran hat- who was repeating everything I was saying to him in a mocking voice (I was just saying his total and asking if he had rewards) and then this conversation ensued.

Him: Did you go to school yet?
Me: Like- College? Yes??
Him: Hm... (like he thinks I just partied and drank the whole time) Your glasses have dirt on them.
Me, shocked: Oh- uh- my bad? (they didnt, which is surprising because usually I'm shit at remembering to clean them)
Him: You should wear contacts. *Speeds off like a smug little cunt*

so yeah, no fucking clue what that was about- maybe everyone was pissy because it fucking downpoured the day before.

Existential BS | 7/16/2025

Last night, I had a bit of a moment because my mom claimed I wasn't pushing my art enough or getting myself out there. She said I was too scared. Maybe I am a little fucking scared, okay? I can't just send my shitty doodles to 5000 companies like she expects, they don't want my shit. She thinks she knows what goes in a portfolio. Do I fully understand the art industry? Not even close, I'm too fucking stupid to understand how to build an audience and get commissions, I feel like there's a missing piece of my brain- like a puzzle piece that everyone else has. Why would she know better than me? I was in college for two fucking years- but it's obvious how much that actually did for me. Sorry for being so negative today but jesus christ, the audacity.

Hello World | 7/15/2025

I decided to try this blogging thing again, after rentering therapy, I think it would be a good idea to have a little journal. But, since I'm the queen of oversharing, I can't do it without putting it somewhere that people can find it. This might be a bad idea, but I still have the delusion that I might be famous someday, so I want to stop hiding behind a pretty exterior and be real SOMEWHERE. That being said, thank you for finding me.