that "Stupid Club"

I started applying for jobs, and Complex got back to me. It's safe to say I didn't get the job, but to be honest, I don't remember what I applied for, nor do I feel like I have a resume that would've stood out, so I'm not tripping. I want to create, generally speaking, and people won't know what you're capable of unless you show them.

I want to try recipes I find sitting on the subway, do tattoos, redacted, play tennis, go biking/hiking, and most importantly, the confidence to do whatever else comes to mind. I'm tired of overthinking and procrastinating. Whether it's playing guitar, playing piano, writing, animating, or drawing, I have to be doing something. While not a vice in the traditional sense, overworking myself has put strains on any relationships I've tried to maintain.

PiToRRO DE COCO by Bad Bunny

Buying expensive shit truthfully has never brought me real joy. Nobody cares if I smell like Margiela Jazz Club, got on a Joe Fresh Goods fitted hat, Eric Emanuel EE shorts, and a Human Made Dry Alls t in Saint Ann Parish.

I want to live a minimalistic lifestyle. I want to keep everything plain Jane and simple. The days of spending an absurd amount of money on clothing/sneakers technically aren't over, but I want/need: anything/everything.