proof of life
it seems i've made a nasty habit of going mia at the slightest whiff of real-life turmoil again, but i hope you've been well in the meantime.
some updates from the past few months, in no particular order:
- i subjected myself to some of the worst fiction i've ever had the misfortune of reading in my life (proactively, of my own volition) via book club—except the rage of dragons by evan winter, which gets a pass...for now. going forward, please remind me to proceed with caution when tackling all other future first installments of incomplete fantasy trilogies. i was burned once by gideon the ninth, then again in quick succession by both the will of the many and the sword of kaigen, just last year. never again!
- i quit my job, in the most value-neutral sense of the phrase. still bought a belated birthday lunch for my ex-boss for reasons that only make sense to me (??)
- i started wearing skirts & dresses because i felt like it and now i'm cautiously excited for my new wardrobe expansion pack era
- i got into law school! [azealia banks voice] so...what now?
- i'll be traveling abroad for the next month or so, barring any passport issues/personal injuries/natural disasters that very well may still occur before takeoff (': every part of me will be so tightly clenched until i land safely back in a*****...and for good reason lol
- i sniffed chanel coco mademoiselle edp for the first time ever and instantly regretted it, because i can't afford to like a fragrance that costs approximately pi dollars per ml right when i'm on the verge of saddling myself with six figures of student debt. it smells like the perfect late spring day—sundappled shade beneath a well-kept lawn, lightly cool breeze ruffling the petals of a clumsy yet heartfelt bouquet. a chilled glass of water with a wedge of lemon, a brief embrace from a friend bundled up in secondhand cashmere. i wish i could rewind time to the exact moment before i uncapped the bottle, because knowing and not being able to have it is definitively worse than not knowing at all
- i nearly got killed by a dining chair on my way home after watching sinners (2025) with s, hot on the heels of my nearly-getting-crushed-by-a-fallen-tree incident from lunar new year. these two things might not seem related, but they are; thus, i am hoping to avoid any and all driving in the upcoming academic year (or at least the foreseeable future)
- i'm currently working up a new crochet cardigan and making up the pattern as i go. wish me luck!
- i rediscovered some old poetry i wrote in high school and felt a million different ways all at once. here is an excerpt, if you're interested:
like how a persimmon never
truly has a pit, the whole
of it thick-skinned, soft
flesh falling apart beneath
your tongue.
stay breezy,
t