live it up, buttercup.

the problem I had with Washington's winters: the MONOTONY. soldiering through six months of grey bullshit with a 15 degree fluctuation is far more daunting than the constant orgy of luridity anchorage tosses out. it is impossible to be bored here. 

...it's impossible to be bored here for now, to clarify. I am an easily bored person, because I lack inherent motivation and creativity. this optimistic fiddle-dee-fuck can change dramatically by, say, February. 

Benson and C, -6F with a refreshing northerly breeze. I applied strawberry Chapstick whilst stumbling elegantly; the only part of me that was actually cold was my face, and I had a vague sensation of my eyes watering dramatically before freezing to themselves. I couldn't feel my skin, much less my lips. and I thought "aww yeah! fuck yes for MUSCLE MEMORY!" 

Anchorageites and their capricious attitude towards footwear! I say. maybe there's a sound chip within this boot that describes the strange and exotic trajectory that led it to this lonely bench on an ass-cold afternoon. 

sleep deprivation 

thirty-six hours til solstice 

time to eat more salt

the snow is currently reminding me of a young girl applying makeup for the first time. it's silly and over the top and breathtakingly innocent. 

"people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

-Maya Angelou