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my icon is a lie

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I have a strange new desire to buy dozens of vintage lucite bracelets on eBay. I’m not sure why, I just feel compelled to have them. I’d probably never even wear them. This does not jibe at all with my planned, Buddhist rejection of desire for useless things, and my personal plan to have less stuff. All part of the process, I guess. I can’t always be striving to be better if I’m perfect, right? And at least it’s eBay, so there’s a possibility I’ll lose the auctions and thus be saved from myself.

I got a new phone yesterday. It is made of awesome. Except just different enough from my old phone that I feel a little confused by it. Like it takes mental effort to use the new phone. That’ll pass when I get used to it though, right?

It’s raining. It’s not hot. Tennessee, I love you again. Please don’t go all dry and insanely sweltering on me again. I don’t know if our relationship can take it.

I might go home and dye my hair after work. I just realized how red it’s gotten. It’s weird, like my hair always defaults to reddish, no matter what I do to it.

Oh, yeah, and girls, don’t miss this: how to sell cars to gay cowboys. The little dancing cowboy as the page loads may just be the greatest thing ever. I need a graphic of it for the background on my phone. Ha! Then every time I was having a bad day, I’d just look at my tiny dancing cowboy and laugh and laugh. Yeah, that’d be great!

Author: Ajax Bell

Seattle author. Stops to smell the flowers. Amateur nerd (I wanna go pro but I haven't found anyone to pay me). Humble hippo enthusiast. queer/bi. they/them.

One thought on “my icon is a lie

  1. Damn, that’s the funniest thing I’ve seen all day

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