This is now a space where I can exhibit public chaos.
That was the goal in the first place.
I've been very restrained here for too long. I've come to the realization that no one I'm concerned about reads this platform. I've received some feedback in the past: "I'm not much of a reader"; "I've shared it with other people, but I haven't really caught up myself"; "What's it called? I want to read it"; "Where do I find it?"—all the while it's sitting right there, on my Instagram.
A couple of things this would mean.
None of them pay any attention to my Instagram profile at any given time, especially because I'm not posting there often—sometimes, at all. They are not clicking that—or any—link to Jeanne or Jimmy.
Further, many people who know me personally are not actually perturbed by what I'm saying on here. I don't have concerns from my parents. Definitely not my dad—my mom? A tad. She unexpectedly shows up once in a while, but she's *bestie, or whatever, we can sort ourselves out. Will definitely receive no concerns from siblings, some coworkers, and acquaintances.
In fact, I can guarantee that I won't get any feedback regarding this mini soliloquy I've just performed. That was the final test. Send positive thoughts my way.
If I am correct—which, I am—that is a free pass for occasional unruliness and swearing. The swearing, I may not necessarily indulge as much as people who know me have come to expect. I don't swear as much when I write. I've been tempted to and desisted, but from today, I will—at least once in a while.
The conclusion is that anyone who I felt I needed to worry about in the first place, I've realized is not paying any attention. They don't care, and from now on, neither will I. Jeanne or Jimmy is chaos now.
That being said, only the responsible updates:
Austin Butler is still very much on my mind. Not as much, but the Elvis is still Elvis-ing, I guess.
Ps. Warner Bros. Pictures needs to pay me for all this constant promo.
Adam Driver was out in Italy.
This is important for two reasons: The first being that we don't see him; he's obviously more of a hermit than I am. The main is that my superficial friend thought a simple haircut would veer me off course. Ladies and gents, he's now a hot man with a hot haircut. We're on soulmate vibrations, it's deeper than hair for me—hope he grows it back soon though, it was... hot -ter; really seals the air of inaccessibility. My respects to his wife—don't know her, but I wish them a happy marriage.
I need a nice headbang on a nice cushiony wall. Only nice. I'm feeling generally discombobulated and no loud night-out dancing is going to ease me. Definitely not me. I'm just experiencing a moment of crisis—we'll wait till summer's end.
A warning and heads up: I'm about to edit and put up a lot of the stuff I mentioned was sitting in the drafts while I was away, so there's that. Enjoy.
Bennifer update (I guess I'm fully owning my role as a supporter. I don't even think it's ironic anymore): Jennifer Lopez is now Jennifer Lynn Affleck! Side note, if I was ever asked to guess what Jennifer Affleck's middle name was, I never would have gone with Lynn—it's just so...casual. Congrats to the happy couple. 20(?) something years later; don't get it twisted love is a beautiful thing.
It's my day off. I'm going on a run now, and then eating, and then studying—because that, I've learned, will never end with my career choice. Then maybe I'll finish The Bob's Burgers Movie. Ta-ta.
*Mom: bestie is asterisked because you are still attempting to hold onto the motherhood privileges of ordering me around.