glitch witch bitch

so, i stopped identifying as wiccan (due to the racist origins of the word), but i am still a witch. a neo-pagan. i am also glitch vhs back on my bullshit, bitch, biscuit, bitch

i wrote something about scorpios of all things earlier and found that my passion for writing has been reignited, in typing at least. i wish for a typewriter (a pink typewriter) that i can click-clack on the keys of. that i can film myself click-clacking on the keys of. my blue switch mechanical keyboard is simply not enough!

speaking of which, i have a holiday present wishlist.

anyways, there are other things to share, like youtube videos i’ve made (as i’ve mentioned, i’m b.o.m.vhs.b.), like i said, only TRULY this time.

gosh. looking back, i even already referenced the title of this post (a former instagram username); my memory is so shit! it’s okay though, c’est la vie.

here are the recent videos i mentioned in passing:

anyways. those are the new videos.

so.

i feel like the katamari damacy king of the universe. destroying all the stars and then especially killing time and distracting and talking too much. distraction/surveying.

i have more, but, hmmm, let’s see. i am so tired of this. all of this, this life stuff. i mean, it’s fine, i’m not going to attempt suicide or anything stupid like that, but fuck, is it hard.

this living thing.

people ask me why i’m depressed. i don’t know what to tell them, except that wellbutrin takes me to a significantly less depressed state (think crying in bed rather than crying on the floor face down with snot in my hair.)

i’ve been enjoying online communities, and i highly recommend them during this isolating pandemic. i mean, it’s okay, but my discord and twitter especially have been bringing me a sense of community. instagram too, i suppose, although i feel that i simultaneously basically hate instagram for being so sex-worker-unfriendly.

listening (telling you like it’s livejournal in 2005) to perfect by mason and princess superstar.

this synth part, so cool! whoo!

lately i have been listening to a few songs on repeat. do you want a mix cd curated for you, by me? or better yet, a cassette.

perfection, ha ha.

yes, the parts in italics are lyrics. yes, i’m brutally obvious. also why yes, i am the cliché child of harley quinn and taylor swift.

i hit my head, somehow, perhaps from fainting from malnutrition? and now it is sore. a bump swells.

the skin on my face itches in the way that a deep need to get to something underneath to scratch an unsatisfiable itch is there. i know from experience that acting on the itching leads to scratching leads to picking leads to blood. blood, red blood, bright then if i don’t clean it with stinging alcohol it’s a brownish color.

the maroon of the vial of blood in my minifridge tells me it partially oxidized, even in a medical vial.

i did not pay for that, lol. it was free blood. i mean, technically.

i told someone i wouldn’t disclose the details though. for secrecy reasons, of course. what else?

hmmmm…. i wish i had cool pictures to show you all. i’m sure i do, but what use are they? do i upload old randoms or recent snaps?

this is my (unfinished) character in the game calico, which i preordered via kickstarter.

this game is cute and fun and makes me want a controller that works for pcs. unfortunately, those cost money…especially the pink ones! rude.

i took this test pt 1
i took this test pt 2

so there’s (pretty much) proof that i am the chaotic good i claim to be. a turbulent enfp, if you will! if you put weight into such things.

me, recently, getting pizza. it was delicious.

so, i guess, that’s most of it since we last talked.

i have been wearing boots in the snow too much. i have been drinking coffee and smoking weed, like always

what is a paragraph? i’ve never heard of such a thing! ok, jokes aside, i love u all.

xoxo
zélie