“In 1956, I shall not go to the polls. I have not registered. I believe that democracy has so far disappeared in the United States that no “two evils” exist. There is but one evil party with two names, and it will be elected despite all I can do or say.”—
On October 20, 1956, W. E. B. Du Bois delivered this eloquent indictment of US politics while explaining to Nation readers why he won’t vote in the upcoming Presidential election. Du Bois condemned both Democrats and Republicans for their indifferent positions on the influence of corporate wealth, racial inequality, arms proliferation… [x]
I woke up in time for two of my million doctor appointments.
I am not pregnant (though it should be noted there was no way that I could have been, but I always convince myself that I might be as I’ll go months without a period, this assumption even occurs when my partner is female, it’s a whole thing.)
I GOT MY TEMPS FINALLY, HOT DAMN.
And that is pretty much about it.
I got needles shoved into me, more pills that don’t do anything, four hours of sleep, into an emotional argument with someone I really care about, the person who has a good 75% of my belongings is again deciding not to return my texts, and I am stressed as fuck about moving and finances and bullshit and feelings and blah.
GIVE ME THE NAME OF YOUR FUCKING LIPSTICK FUCKING NOW
OH OH OH! This is fun actually so I’ll post it instead of just messaging you.
I don’t use a lipstick! This is a combination of red food coloring and burgundy wine food gel dye (specifically this one) and apply it with a concealer brush! :D It stains my lips and I only have to apply it once. With the different colors you can pretty much make any shade you might want. And it’s super cheap and lasts forever!
"There’s been a table for me there Through coffee eyes and blank stares Our late night affairs There’s always been a table for me there So you can try to forget or say it’s the past You know you’ll always end up right back where you left
I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving The fall that Colleen left This was the place to call home When it felt like the world didn’t want us I watched Mike slash Mon’s tires We laughed about it later I watched friendships dissolve In the booth on the back wall I cut my hand on a piece of glass And I hope the scar lasts”
Even though the old Pepper Pod group sadly doesn’t exist anymore, and I hardly see half of them, this song always gets me missing those late nights where I’d escape apartments not telling anyone where I was going, and slowly everyone showing up and finding me. Walking six blocks in nine degree weather. Cathy paying for my coffee, just because she felt nice that day. Having to get the ashtray emptied twice in one sitting. The one night I spent a solid twelve hours there. The kids I met for the first time in those booths like Kevin, Kenny, Dylan and Dillon. Nights with Tommy. Reconnecting with people I hadn’t seen in years. First dates. Walking with Hugh there.
A lot has happened in or surrounding the Pepper Pod. Leaving it will be rough.