a corn kernel's contemplations

 merry christmas you ho ho hoes! fig 1: transformice xmas outfit apparently. in honor of true christmas spirit, i am typing this with press-ons which are way too long for my liking, absurdely crossed off of my father's singular whiskey handle he left in the house, and left in the perils of my own room.  to the end of digital footprint: whenever someone finds this and inevitably uses it as blackmail, i hope it was for good. Excuse my drunken ramble (only hindered by these infruriating nails which do not let me operate at my fullest -- curse how aesthetic they look. maybe i'll adjust): I am currently caught up in only the most absurd situations. Situationships keep finding me, i do not keep going out after them (maybe this is a therapy topic, anxious people attracting anxious people, i think im also completely lying to myself). Good intentions lie underneath those insecure behaviors, but as someone who is trying not to serve insecurities, this is making it very difficult for me ...

And thus, I spent the first day back home at urgent care!  Boutta create the shit out of some antibiotic resistence.  Fig 1: A gnarly attempt at film photoshoot on a playground (teenage dirtbag inspo) and making edgy visuals (@sarahbabah-inspired) So much has happened within the past month.  (Disclaimer: I will post this blog as is without any proofreading, so please read at your own discrepancy. I wonder if this blog will forever be a part of my digital footprint and bite me in the ass one day in my professional world. This one's pretty wholesome, kinda sappy and sentimental, even.) Reflections on travel/being at home: Let's work somewhat chronologically backwards. I think one true value in visiting home is reconnecting with a past version of yourself. The versions of yourself that were set here. I feel like I always enter a different headspace depending on my surroundings, and honestly I want to try and stay grounded in my current daily one, because I feel like it's rep...