nothing like the feeling of being particularly in tune with the universe, some seriously vernal harmonic convergence new age foofoo whatever here, i shit you not, i am just humming with vibes & about to start up with the ohhhhmm & all, any minute now. in almost unrelated but surely somehow connected news, the universe tells me i should shave my legs. curiouser & curiouser.
& it sucks major hiney that i have to abandon all the in-tunedness & be terrestrial. i.e. work. i can stamp my petulant foot until the toes tingle & it won’t change practical factual matters. doesn’t stop me stamping, or tossing my fetching little bald-spot covering braid, no fuck no.
look! a distraction!