I have the luxury of a more flexible life than a lot of fucking people.

I don’t think about it often.

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Produce art, produce art.

Writing is art.

Music is art.

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I get tired v. easily. I don’t eat very much.

Wordfence is great. I’m really liking this security app.

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Anyway, it’s a little creepy what is “known” about you, but no one really knows anything. It’s just like, oh, that string is correlated w/that ip address (a number). Wow. Let’s use it to “hack” someone.

Oh well. I guess it’s not that harmful.

I don’t really try to hack into websites though. Just a personal note.

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What else do you think?

Yeah the main thing is fatigue.

I don’t know.

I’m hoping to fucking fix once and for all my circadian rhythm.

Also I’m worried about my credit cards.

I don’t know.

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I love my brothers. Two younger brothers.

Mother is her own person.

So is father.

Our house, in the middle of our street.

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We don’t all live together.

I don’t want to dive into that right now. (We don’t all live alone, either).

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I don’t get creams. They’re oily, and oil dries out skin.

There’s so much dog shit pseudoscience that the “popular woman” eats up. What the fuck.

I would use a gel over a cream any day of the week. It actually penetrates the barrier (see how brainwashed even I am?) which means skin, and sort of absorbs. And if it’s nontoxic, it may be helpful–but tools are tools, as I learned in gard school(s). Har har har.

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I don’t know what else.

I need to have a fuckton of green tea.

Thanks for reading.