currently scouting for a ~33 yr old boyfriend

the internet at this fucking starbucks is so fucking slow i want to punch the indian gentleman sitting next to me in his fucking face.

the prickles came back this morning and i contemplated having a beer or smoking a bowl by myself in an effort to 'relax'. however the self consciousness that comes from drinking a beer alone at 12 pm is almost double the original anxiety i am attempting to combat in the first place. currently i am trying to solicit $15 from either of my parents in an effort to buy a purse i completely don't need but feel a 'need' for. this is hour 4 of my date with myself. if this were a date with another person i would've found it a 'great first date' and texted the other party two days from now and given him book suggestions since i (we(?)) went to 'subterranean books' after 'beasts of the southern wild'. based on all of the praise i've heard surrounding the film, i was honestly expecting something a little more 'sweeping'; the budget allowed the filmakers however to utilize a more stripped down filming style and utilize minimal set design that actually supplemented the content of the narrative. the lil cutie that was nominated for an oscar deserved the oscar based on her cuteness and ability to remain a 9 yr old despite being filmed by 10+ cameramen. the father (wink(?) was his name? maybe?) was the most unnerving character, based on his fragile mental and later physical state. he was objectively unfit to be a parent but was able to sustain a bond w hushpuppy based on the premise of survival. ie, he enables her to live by providing food, shelter, etc, and withholds companionship, warmth, or any of the other 'modern' (from an evolutionary perspective) implementations of parenting. in that way, most of the film seems removed from contemporary society, and instead feels more like a mid 1850s swamp town or a post-apocalyptic new orleans. i also liked how the audience's interpretation of hurricane katrina was shunned completely and the shelter employees were briefly the 'bad guys' while the swamp-dwelling protagonists yearned (as did we, on their behalf) to return to their unhygienic and non-literary society in the bayou.