Do you think there will come a time when bc of limited access to food, the industrialization of farming and just a high strung populace too nervous to eat… we’ll all just consume baby food &/or dog food? do you think our bodies will evolve past the desire to eat the way we do now? Or will it become so distant welll just forget and move on?

I’m so lucky I’m so loved

I had a really amazing day tilling with Marion molly and Kait but it’s 12:33 and I still haven’t eaten I’m making pasta now with this dirty ass mitts I refuse to wash – everything … is just … I’m washing my hands now ok?! After smearing their dirt over my sobbing face for the past 6 hours – I’m here I’m alive I’m lucky I’m alive I’m so sad but in going to fix it!! I’m going to fix it – I think the vitamins I was eating were making me feel so ill

Caught Myself

You caught me in a lie- or I didn’t realize what I was doing tbh but I realized I posted about eating more but my blog showed otherwise, as in, it’s true I keep having tequila for dinner.

I did order a burrito from the tasty which I am waiting on now. I had to drop off Truck bc they fucked up fixing it – walking around south at this hour of the morning, in this temperature, reminds me of this time in Florida/California the memories are blurring but it was the same January I was in San Diego/ El Cajon and Naples- it was a time in my life where I really didn’t know how to dress (2013?) I remember walking around in the early early morning, wearing bleached worn in purple scrubs and this neon orange cropped string fuzzy sweater (think bjork) I used to wear this combo all the time with my hair in two buns on top of my head. This was also when I was working on wearing shoes again, which my in between was this pair of canvas ballet slippers, totally worn in with holes that I just wore everywhere. The sun on my skin, with the cool air, promising to warm as the day goes on, reminds me of being alone, confused, sad, uncertain of my future, wandering around in a strange place, racing brain yet somehow numb brain at the same time- I remember prior to one of those walks petting a soft looking cactus and getting little tiny also invisible glass needles all in my hand and how I had gone to give myself a massage and got them all in my shoulder muscles and during a walk, wrote a song/poem about that being a metaphor for my life.

Here’s my stupid expensive burrito I asked for tin foil bc I can’t actually eat this shit rn even tho I’m really hungry and I need to bike
Can’t wait to squash this all into a tin foil roll- I should have never and will never buy a burrito from white people – I have All I Want by Joni Mitchell stuck in my head – also update from hours later, this burrito was confirmed disgusting not just me being stressed and depressed gross
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