Red Rot

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To the hustle.

Friday night in Brooklyn, listening to Beyonce. Post-pizza, post-wine, post-catching-up-on-the-Bachelorette. I don't enjoy the Bachelorette. It makes me want to shop on my phone. But I also enjoy the Bachelorette. It's that positive boredom that's hard to quantify. Roxanne Gay watches the Bachelorette which makes me feel justified that I'm not trash for getting down and dirty in the American sedative of primetime television. Swallow the pill. Black out in that sweet, sweet morass of mindless nothingness.

I started this diaryland at 20. I was more optimistic then, but I haven't lost that future-drive. The wide eyes. The scheming.

To now & future schemes. To the hustle.

12:54 a.m. - 2017-07-22

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