'haze yourself'

i think i want this to be the title of my memoir:

' i vacuumed up my lexapro by accident so i guess today will be an 'off day''

my caprese ( with turkey ) is usually accompanied by avocado but today the panini press in the cherry tree cafe was set to 250 degrees F instead of its usual 300 degrees. i noticed Vicki, who usually works  at the cash register, hadn't turned the knob all the way and currently, my roommate is trying to convince me out of having sex. well. actually, i have a sort of diatribe against having a 'sex life' because of the slew of emotional and anxiety inducing issues it would bring into my already wrecked mind. i ended my monologue by saying 'but i have to do it'. she responded with an appropriate 'wut'. i explained further that i needed to 'haze myself' (in the immortal words of mary bishop) by starting my 'sex life'.

here are some excerpts from the conversation verbatim:

'do you know how long it takes girls who for their own personal reasons freak out about sex, which regresses them'

'pushes women back the inner woman cult revolution womens rights movement pushes back'

'im literally writing everything down.'

'take it out if it sounds bad'


'expression oriented v goal oriented
-go through different mediums. writing is a different'
'coming of age, where you ...

'hey im

stalking my roommate. it's too easy. ""

end.

other stuff i want to remember later :

writing is a different means of self expression but i just
remember this: write out these posts on notebook paper (or digitally???) and incorporate them into prints. concept: the absurdity of us all having our own websites and excessive documentation becoming the 'norm'
think aesthetically with the concept in mind goddamnit
art is hard and no one cares about  it