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delish

feeling...... tense. lol 

this is so weird. just snatched up some vape juice tho so hey thats a plus. its been a really weird day. everyone has been hella stressed and all nervy about little miss delta popping up ((which makes total sense)) its just all come up so quick. i wish i could come up. maybe i will tomorrow, i should probably write my essay tho, that does not be sounding delish. im not hungry, i eat shit. maybe i am shit. i do shit, man it feels good to do a good shit. i feel like i loose all my weight when i shit. is that tmi? welp it doesnt matter, no one reads this fucking thing but me. having this feeling like we are gonna be in lockdown for longer than three days. and not just like a little bit longer but a lot a bit longer. hmph. let me sit on my ass and get paid. thats fucked up, there are so many people struggling rn. i am one of those people but i also really am not. i am not. i am lucky i am lucky i am lucky. 

delish infact. 

[itsyuhhboii]

pizza is simple

i cannot and will not interact with someone that i am somewhat attracted to. its so hard. hard to breathe, hard to figure it out, hard to FUCKING FIGURE IT OUT. my goddamn gut instinct is broken. listen to your gut but i dont know what its trying to tell me. im probably just hungry. or sad. have repressed emotional traumas that make it so fucking hard to let another human being onto the steps of my life, my heart, my soul. maybe i will just eat a pizza. pizza on the other hand is simple. cheese, tomato, basil; the blend to succeed. did i mention im a vegan, IT STILL MEANS PIZZA IS SIMPLE. i want to eat pizza. ive decided im going to walk alone in the world eating purely a pizza based diet. maybe i will just eat the sadness. the repressed emotional traumas. i will eat them. then i wont be hungry, then maybe i will be fine. i will be fine. really i will. really? really? fuck. 

[itsyuhhboii]

im inside

i started this blog when i was in the states. its weird to look at it now thinking at that point in time i might have felt differently than i do now. its different now, the world is different now. is it? or are we different, or maybe we are the same. maybe we will be the same, when all of this is over. continue to tie the economy to our unstable bed that we bought off trade me 3 years ago. fuck mother earth as if she was ours to control. gross. disgusting. human beings are disgusting. they aren’t. they are kind. they are kind. they can be kind. i can’t think of another word, funny. whats funny? funny. this situation. “oh i just can’t believe it”, “this shit only happens in movies.” guilty. i am guilty. we all are. we should all feel guilty. i hate that word, don’t you. should. don’t tell me what i should and shouldn’t do. unless it’s going to benefit me in some way of course. humans beings are funny. funny. they can be funny in a fucked up way. in a mojito and ciggy on tuesday morning. 9am. after smacking my sexist pig of a husband over the head with a garden shovel and burying him under the carrot garden, kinda way. kinda way. kinda. kind, human beings can be kind. 

[itsyuhhboii]

the water bottle incident

update:

water bottles that have the little sippy things on them dont do well on planes due to the pressure. if one was to open said water bottle after coming back from the lavatory, then one would be incredibly surprised by the amount of water that would very beautifully escape the device in a fountain like manner. this creature would then have to develop an accept apology to those around who are now soaked. “im so sorry, it just exploded” seemed to suffice. from then they all continued on their flight as if nothing had happened. the creature now realising the bottle was dead to her and her butt was wet, nuff said. 

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san fran

its quite something to really understand the multitude of the human race. i am sitting here at the jfk airport, in a leather seat with two arms and a silver frame. there are probably millions of these chairs in this airport. there are probably millions of these chairs in the world. yet here i am, 19 year old from new zealand leaving new york on my way to san fransico about to meet up with some girls who i have only known for 2ish months. someone made this chair that i am sitting on and i have no idea who they are, need to pee. i am really just writing my thoughts and this blog is ridiculously for myself but i feel the need to document my life. i am a changed person for the better and i could not be happier with the person i see in the mirror. san fran is the next leg on my body of life. but what is life without love. nothing...