DIARY 007: 01.08.25
DIARY 007: 01.08.25
MY PARENTS SAY IT'S POSSIBLE I'D GO BACK TO POTENZA IF I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE A FILM THERE. MY MOTHER EVEN STARTED LEARNING ITALIAN AGAIN FOR IT. I GUESS THIS MEANS I SHOULD NEVER STOP DREAMING.
MY HEAD HAS BEEN SPINNING TOO MUCH SO I DECIDED TO START TAKING THE SUPPLEMENTS I NEED AND TO NO LONGER BULLSHIT WHAT I DRINK. I ATE A BUNCH OF OLIVES AND BREAD AND SARDINES TODAY BECAUSE I WOKE UP WITH A CANKER SORE ON THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH AND NEEDED SOMETHING TO BURN IT BECAUSE I LIKED THE WAY IT FELT (SOMETIMES). I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER ANYTIME I EAT FISH OR MEAT REALLY AND IF I CAN SEE THE ORGANS OR EYES OR VEINS. I DUG MY FORK INTO THE SARDINE AND HIS HEAD CAME CLEAN OFF. I FELT TERRIBLE AND GAVE UP.
THEY SAY THE MEDITERRANEAN DIET IS THE HEALTHIEST OF THEM ALL BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU LIVE LONGER OR REDUCES CANCER OR SOMETHING. ID FIGURED THAT AS LONG AS I TOOK A SHOT OF OLIVE OIL A DAY I COULD KEEP SMOKING. MY GRANDMOTHER IDA SMOKED THREE OR FOUR PACKS A DAY BUT SHE DIED FROM ALZHEIMER'S. GOD BLESS.
IF I OPEN TWITTER ON THE WRONG DAY ILL SEE A GUY GETTING BLOWN UP OR LIGHTING HIMSELF ON FIRE OR SHOOTING HIS FRIEND IN THE HEAD BY ACCIDENT, AND MOST OF THE TIME I'LL CLOSE OUT OF IT BUT EVERY SO OFTEN I FEEL BAD SO I WATCH IT ANOTHER TIME.
YOU TEXTED ME ABOUT YOUR DOG PACO AND HOW HE'S ON PROZAC AND HE'S ANXIOUS BECAUSE YOU ADOPTED HIM DURING COVID SO HE NEVER LEARNED HOW TO FUNCTION WITH OTHERS. I LAUGHED AND SAID ME TOO AND THAT WE'D GET ALONG. YOU SAID THAT YOU WISH YOU GOT ALONG WITH HIM TOO, BUT BECAUSE YOU'RE SO SIMILAR YOU THINK THAT YOU WON'T. THIS PROBABLY MEANS THAT WE WON'T GET ALONG OR EVER WORK OUT AND THAT'S BEAUTIFUL BUT IT'S FINE BECAUSE WE SHARE A BIRTHDAY AND YOU MAKE ME LAUGH. I'M SORRY YOUR ANXIOUS DOG SITS LIKE A HUMAN AND IT'S MORE OFFPUTTING THAN IT IS FIXABLE. DO YOU STILL WANT TO TALK TO ME?
WHEN JAKE TEXTS ME THAT HIS HOUSE MIGHT FLY AWAY IM IN THE MIDDLE OF PAINTING MY NAILS. HE'S FREAKING OUT BUT IN THE WAY THAT A GUY WOULD, BUT I STILL WANT HIM TO KNOW THAT I'M WORRIED FOR HIM, BUT IT'S SO FUCKING HARD TO TYPE THAT I JUST END UP WITH HALF-ASSED TWO WORD RESPONSES. HE DOESN'T TAKE IT TOO PERSONALLY, BUT INSTEAD SHOWS ME A COMICALLY LARGE CANDLE HE'S USING SINCE THE POWER WENT OUT.
PEOPLE DON'T MAKE OUT IN PARKED CARS ANYMORE. INSTEAD THEY TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS. YUCKKKK.
THIS IS MY BODY BELIEVE IT OR NOT. ITS CRAZY WHAT ONE YEAR CAN DO.