Well Maybe...

Well today was pretty super, minus the psychotic woman on the train into the city that decided that I was the only kind soul on the train and therefore I needed to hear all about her hardships that may or may not have actually happened outside of her head. I listened intently, as to not get on her bad side like all the people she was screaming at. I love people?

Hung around the Gayborhood/Washington Square and South Street, found the coffee shop of my dreams, with 1/2 off beverages if you got a delicious sandwich. They had a patio that backed up to a lush urban garden, and I sat out there and listened to Kate Bush and journaled for forever, despite the heat and the wasps chilling among the lettuce. I wrote the intro to what I hope will one day be my frist book.

Got my dad his father’s day present in this New Age store and listened to the cashiers’ opinions on astrology while one of them wrapped it. I should get more into that stuff once more.

Also, got scouted for modeling today and I wasn’t wearing any makeup and I am very happy about this. Now that I’m no longer living with someone to whom I am a muse of sorts, I need the affirmation that I’m model-worthy.

I don’t know what I’m going to do for four months without access to a city, other than go insane. I’ve been bounced from delusional bubble to delusional bubble since high school, and I feel like I’m about to subject myself to the most delusional, bubble-y place ever. Things I hadn’t thought about beforehand.

But I sort of need the 70-hour workweek distraction to keep my mind off of people that I won’t see for months. Hopefully when I’m not at home, spending my days third-wheeling it up and my nights siting by myself, time won’t go by so slowly.

In my Tumblr bio I state that I strongly prefer Madonna as a brunette and I’m continuing to make my way through all her videos On Demand and I stand by that sentiment like whoa. Seriously, she’s so gorgeous in “Like a Prayer” it surprises me every time.