if you still listen to this, i appreciate you.

as someone who makes multiple voicenotes every day, i kept putting off which text or vnote/journal entry would be the last one to include here. immediately after recording this, i thought of this quiet corner.

i can practically feel the little cozy game-like character running frantically from their tiny desk with a single sheet of paper to where the head honcho is overseeing the control panels, because they knew this day would come. and it was their sole job this quarter to make sure that this project was complete.

these voicenotes will live here, in their own mini digital garden by the fence, you know? going forward, my unedited thoughts will all live on my blog, the lazy capricorn, and mostly for those who subscribe to the backroom.

oh! actually, yes.

this is the potted plant outside of the backroom's front door.

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you let me know what's here because i have no idea when i'm going to listen to these again, or need to be reminded to move them.

anyways,

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shoutouts:

blacksky gamers [love head honcho connie]

black girl gamers [jay-ann, the real-life gamer girl g.o.a.t.]

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thank you for being here 🩶

- moná.

p.s. photo: i considered adding another, but honestly, this one feels like tumblr, therefore, it's the most appropriate for the occasion.

i’m on the train right now.

photo: love is reminding your friend to eat bc you know they will forget as soon as they lock in for the next 6 hours.

*deeply apologize for the background, didn’t realize my radiators were so loud 🥲*

anyways. processing this time as an artist. and having a breakthrough?

text to one of my best friends after a lecture on the women of the surrealist movement.

photo: “a perfect dark n stormy from my new favorite bar café by the park today.” — text to same homie.

shameless. s6e7. i am very stressed. lip’s first heartbreak. the show shifting into a new gear. I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CARL!!! 😫😫😫😫

i cannot play during the next episode. let me just chill 😭

photo: my last screengrab/next pickup. also, what it looks like when the council screams at me.

thinking out loud.

photo: my street yesterday, my neighbor sent this.

crying to my best friend about my ex removing me from our shared iphone photo album. that really hurt my feelings and caught me off guard. she also kicked me off netflix, but that hurt far less and was maybe even expected. just feels like wow, was i even there? it’s so jarring that everyone i date seems to just evaporate from my existence. did we even happen? where is she? did i dream it all and wake up from a hyper realistic dream? idk. just felt really mean.

photo: i haven’t been taking photos. just a lot of screenshots in my phone. here’s a book i saw someone talking about and may get if i walk past a book store. rip baek sehee.

and then we broke up.

i’m excited. this is a good, happy, productive, rainy, moody, cozy day.

photo: binging nashville still. i miss a slow burn show. yearning for more plot. needing the story to grow and build and widen. for the storytellers.

and another thing: like i told my gf, there’s literally not a man on this planet i’m going to go back and forth with someone about. especially not one that’s categorically not a good person. insane. but enlightening. makes friendships stronger. which sidebar: i saw a video today about how surface level and lonely male friendships are and it’s because women and femmes do the labor of learning each other, having potentially difficult conversations whether surface (debating about a damn celebrity) or much, much deeper. all learning curves. etc. etc.

photo: still binging nashville and this part cracked me up lol