since middle school i’ve not been able to go anywhere without lip balm. it is the only thing i am actually psychologically addicted to, and i will quietly freak out if i’ve somehow forgotten it in another pair of pants.
for many years i worshipped at the altar of burt’s bees beeswax lip balm. my friend meghan recommended it (i think her then-boyfriend, now-husband josh used it?) and it was the right consistency and had a peppermint tingle. then i realized it had no uv protection. since my greatest vanity-related feas is withered-old-lady lips, i had to find something with spf. i started using c.o. bigelow spf 15 mentha lip balm after hitting bath & body works with my friend maria. spf 15! no shine! minty-fresh! only downside: it’s really soft and tends to get melty. but, a little goes a long way, so it feels like a bargain.
‘wanted’ did nothing to help me get over my fear of snipers.
i can’t remember when i first became paranoid about snipers, but at one point in my childhood i wanted to be a sniper, so maybe that’s the root of it all; imagining being a sniper, and thinking like a sniper, makes one realize how vulnerable one is.
i will say, i’m less anxious about them now than a few years ago. i no longer feel vaguely uneasy in rooms with large/lots of windows, and can go for days without eyeing nearby rooftops. but still - no more than 2 months ago i asked an ex-boyfriend if he could think of any phobias i might have (no idea why i was asking after this information, but i couldn’t think of what my ‘greatest fear’ might be), and he immediately answered, “snipers.”
‘wanted’ did nothing to help me get over my fear of snipers.
i can’t remember when i first became paranoid about snipers, but at one point in my childhood i wanted to be a sniper, so maybe that’s the root of it all; imagining being a sniper, and thinking like a sniper, makes one realize how vulnerable one is.
i will say, i’m less anxious about them now than a few years ago. i no longer feel vaguely uneasy in rooms with large/lots of windows, and can go for days without eyeing nearby rooftops. but still - no more than 2 months ago i asked an ex-boyfriend if he could think of any phobias i might have (no idea why i was asking after this information, but i couldn’t think of what my ‘greatest fear’ might be), and he immediately answered, “snipers.”
i want a pet snow leopard. i could ride him down the side of the mountain - he would be so fast! he could protect me from muggers/intruders with his fangs and claws. he would be cuddly at night and i could rub his ears and hold his giant fluffy tail, or maybe curl it around me like a big self-heated scarf. all around, it would be awesome. even better? if we were telepathically linked like gert and old lace in ‘runaways’!
the run-on sentences and overly-elaborate trying-to-sound-smart word choices, that some people seem to think are artistic and deep (i suspect i’d dislike these people) were so exhaustingly annoying that i stopped after 5 pages. i’ve never not finished a book before, or since. i suppose i’d finish ‘the double’ if someone paid me at least $100.
i don’t listen to much radio, but when i do, a lot of it sticks.
loved it from the first moment i heard it. really catchy, simple but great piano part. good pop songs are hard to write, you know?
the first time i heard this song was in a store in LA. i had just moved away from chicago, and this song took me back to dancing at darkroom or subterranean.
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AFI MOVIES OF THE YEAR-OFFICIAL SELECTIONS
AFI TV PROGRAMS OF THE YEAR-OFFICIAL SELECTIONS
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