washington dc.
i am listening to more David Grey than i would admit to anyone IRL. Yikes. You think you've hit rock bottom and then it turns out there is further to fall.
I mean, okay, the heart wants what it wants, but is David Grey really my self care? What does this mean?*
*
I paid a lot of money to a fancy dermatologist to figure out what's up with my face. She has a photo of herself with Obama in her waiting room. This is such a DC thing. I mean, it is true that if i had a photo of myself with Obama i would probably display it, but still is such a name drop.
*update: i worked through the top 4 songs from 20 years ago in the spotify list and then it automatically went to some more recent song, presumably from a new album and it was SO AWFUL that it scarred my ears and i think that the david grey phase might be over.
1:16 p.m. - 2019-02-27
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