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Once upon a time, in another life, all I invested what little money I had was in weed and cheap alcohol and clothes I don’t wear anymore and I can’t remember what else.
Now I often focus on treating myself (with a friend) to a restaurant outside of our pay grade that we bookmarked off ig reels and everyone there is 5-50 years older than us.
I’d rather spend $$$ on delicious wine and fire pasta or afternoon tea or a bougie burger etc. etc. at a place I’m not destined to run into someone I’d rather not run into. Embrace giggling the whole time at how perfect the butter and focaccia was and constantly overly-reassuring each other spending this much on a dinner we won’t ever forget is a perfectly valid expense on a biweekly paycheck. We deserve it. Even if we have to split it into 4 payments via the chase app.
Some people throw hundreds a month or week into alcohol, coke, ketamine, weed, and the likes. To each their own. So I refuse to feel too guilty when I get the bill and it’s equivalent to 3-4 hours of labor, if I enjoyed every bite and I’m a little tipsy off Pinot. Everyone has their vices, and suddenly mine is a $18 dessert.
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A restaurant around the corner from us started doing private dinners, and with my wife’s 30th birthday happening I asked to see what the process would be like. We packed 14 of our closest friends into this gorgeous, tiny little refurbished car garage filled with flowers and wine and Italian music and proceeded to have one of the best five course meals of my life. Moments like last night sort of get you in a “maybe this is what life is all about” moods. There’s an artist I like that said all of life’s essence & purpose can be found in the sound of wine glasses clinging together at a table filled with good friends and good food. I think that nights like last night cement those sentiments as truth.
Aug 3, 2024
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My whole life I never thought I could order the fancy entree at a restaurant (you know, the one sequestered in it's own little dedicated box on the menu). Well guess what? You CAN. No one is stopping you. Sure, the bill might be a little much, but realistically you'll forget all about it by the time your credit card payment is due and it won't make a difference. So go ahead. Order it. It's probably really good. You deserve nice things, and this is one of them.
Jan 23, 2024
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As opposed to buying an individual meal at a boring one.
Jan 12, 2024
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women who run with wolves, women who run with rats.
the true ultimate bonding activity for you and the girls. because you’ll never forget how they sheltered you when you were low.
one of the most liberating rituals I perform in New York is popping a squat in between parked cars or a dark corner and letting it all go…. wild wild women we are deemed to be.
they may look down upon us because perhaps it isn’t “polite”. But when you’re bursting at the seams, why must we settle for discomfort? What’s a girl to do? We are not graced with simplicity to turn to the wall– subtly concealed without judgement. Our anatomy binds us to the confines of bearing it all in a squat. With added complexity given the outfit of choice. And always the obstacle of not splattering our cute shoes. but id only be telling you a falsehood if I said peeing outdoors isn’t so enjoyable whether it be in the middle of a forest or the city street. Even when all odds may be stacked against you.
Only God can judge me. But God is a woman anyway.
Feb 13, 2024
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It’s okay. it’s not for validation, it’s for performance art. Linda Montano said living life itself is her lifelong performance because she declared that it was. Trisha Paytas has carried on that performance practice. So I’m hot on instagram when the spirit compels me to be. But in like a durationally artistic way and for my future lifelong archive, to show my granddaughters that I was also young and fertile once and my boobs were decently sized and semi perky. They should know. That I was that girl once before I was grey and a bit wrinkled and more bitter than I am currently; for traditional reasons.
Mar 14, 2024
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I’m post-grad, unemployed, no direction, sick with a stomach flu or something, went on 3 back to back trips so like I spent a lot of money, clearly have lots of time to write and recommend and ponder and not be ridden with confusion and anxiety these days.
So yes, of course here I am. Back at last to Perfectly Imperfect. You’ve caught me red-handed. Crawling back as I’m glued to my couch currently on a nocturnal sleep schedule due to perhaps a combination of my illness and my body remaining in a time zone opposite to the one I must adjust back to.
Hope someone out there missed me. The bitch is back.
Jul 28, 2024