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out of the blue question...what colour are your pillowcases?

it finally happened, lads. after all these years I have finally lost an airpod. I have been so well-behaved these past few months, and the single Saturday I decide to let my hair down I lose £200 worth of jellybean sized plastic somewhere between the eighth cocktail and the hangover-prevention dry humping

got teased for ordering red wine and chocolate cake for dinner (of course you want that, of course you want more). made S eat it for me, cuz I was ashamed it was on some-guy-I-barely-know's tab, but I finished the bottle myself. found a handwritten christmas letter to my late grandmother from her childhood friend who doesn't know she's passed--it broke my heart a little. lots of sweet things about her garden and her children and I hope you're healthy in 2024. should write her back to let her know. thinking about sageing my bedroom to get rid of the incubus, because the dreams are getting extreme. not that any of that's real. I probably just need to get laid.

turns out I'm impossible to take seriously. it's either pity or contempt.

when I was backstage in theatre my face was so notoriously pale that the make-up artists never had foundation that matched me. I looked so orange in the mirrors that one of the older girls wiped it off and I went onstage with a completely bare face for the rest of the time.

I think Saltburn was a very cathartic watch just before I have to spend Christmas with the veritable insane asylum I call a family.