I had a dream the other night that Thurston Moore came to my Oscar party and was being an asshole about Big Star and tried to get me to smoke crack - but then I saw this photo, and all is forgiven.
(pic from here)
Yesterday I went to a Valentine’s party, which is where the above photo comes from. I wore a dress with all different-colored flowers on it and brought a bag of strawberry 3 Musketeers and a bottle of Mexican vodka and someone gave me a hot-pink feather tickler. Then I went to a birthday party and had pizza and ice cream cake and went home and went to sleep and woke up and watched She’s So Lovely for the first time since I was 20-years-old. It meant a lot more to me this time and there’s an 87 percent chance I’m now going to go through some weird Cassavetes thing; also I am grateful for the existence of John Travolta. Then I went for a big walk and got an iced coffee with almond milk from Taza and walked some more, up and down Sunset, and then I went to Kien Giang Bakery and bought a vegan banh mi and a Diet Coke and a vanilla cupcake for six dollars. I ate the sandwich and drank the soda and I’m saving the cupcake for later, for lemonadey cocktails. The last song I heard walking back home was “Happy” and I think I’ll write something “Happy”-related today. It’s really warm and sunny and beautiful out.
problematic but beautiful