Comfort Food

Staying with the Frisco love theme, I woke up this morning and put on my niners t-shirt, this flashy vintage number from eighty something I think. And then I went to Tommy's Joynt, which is like. Lots of basic comfort food for almost no money. And kitsch galore.



I've been craving comfort food lately. I think it's because I'm honing the art of reducing the Things I miss to just things. Items I could write on a list and check off as I get them one by one. I'm not leaving any room for uncertainty. I'll have it all, one way or another.

Note: Because I go from who I really am to That Girl in about 30 seconds it's pretty crucial for me to keep it at a level. I did that this weekend like a pro, as a result I'm getting way more quality time with my new dress form. Ha.



Freedom isn't free, though. You know that as much as I do. I could read these archives going back for weeks and find like, I don't know, 10 flashes of Truth. Everything else would be just as well in a diary.

But I'm keeping lines of communication open. Because I'm never sure what's going to happen next. I'm at my best, creatively speaking, when my heart or my self is completely smashed.

I wrote a letter last night with the paragraph:

when i marry rich. if i marry rich. it will be at least one third for the purpose of acquiring the freedom to get fucked up publicly, and then write about it.

Until then. You have me, but tamed.



Along with my Niners shirt today I wore these perfectly matched sneakers. A gift from my ex-boyfriend like 3 years ago? They still look really tight though, because I tend to keep them under wraps. They are my perfectly preserved Christmas morning, with that boy.

Oh boy.

I have a whole museum of my heartbreaks stacked up in sneaker boxes against my bedroom wall.

Happy Sunday.