60secondfairytales

!Spoilers!: I will be reviewing the full movie, so there will be spoilers [edit: I didn't really spoil that much. If you're going to see the movie anyway, I didn't really say anything that's not already famous about the musical or kind of obvious from the beginning. So I would still appreciate it you read it to give me validation + dopamine :3] 1 The Morning After.  As I am reviewing this, I have finished my morning cup of Joe, and I am listening to Norman F*cking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey. What is with everyone censoring swear words online lately? Out of fear of getting shadow banned, and respect for internet culture, I inserted an aster*sk into "F*cking", but I would rather swear wholeheartedly.  As I am reviewing this, I have also eaten a small bowl of lotion-contaminated dragonfruit that my mom made me, which I think indicates that she is in a good movie, which I think is a positive indicator of her reaction to the Wicked movie. Idk, it might have also been...

 Recently, oomfs (@damngarcon) sent me some ambient tracks to collab over on Soundcloud. These are the lyrics I wrote for the tracks. Look out for the tracks coming out soon! Garçon x 60secondfairytales Flurries and symbols The door opens into a symbol There is a child at the end of the hallway It is a boy The lady at the orphanage hands him a bowl of soup The soup is warm, and has notes of garlic and ginger in it “Can I have a spoon?” Asks the little boy “Drink the soup with your mouth,” says the lady. “We are out of spoons” The boy brings the bowl up to his mouth and drinks the soup He wets himself  He begins to cry, and unable to stop himself, he wets himself again.  “Here is a spoon,” said the lady at the orphanage. It is too late, unfortunate Hi Mom Hi mom How long has it been since the last time we’ve spoken? Like actually, heart to heart Without the windowpane of distance with the breath fogged up on it Hi mom How long has it been since I’ve c...

 1 Grad school I really want to go to graduate school, and in particular I want to get an MFA in fiction or poetry. I think I decided this morning that I'm leaning more towards poetry, and one of the requirements for the application is that you need to have a few poems under your belt in your portfolio, so I've decided to start writing poetry (instead of fiction or non-fiction, which I'll still do, but idk). Idk why I decided I want to do poetry, but I kind of wanted to write some love poems anyways, so here it goes:  2 Garlic in the Cake Ser un principio de un historía del amor, baby The door opens and what comes through it is a sieve In the beginning everything was so sweet, like honey, bees were buzzing Now it feels like mincing garlic Flowers became flour, x (kisses) became eggs  And now I'm baking a cake ... with garlic  En el principio everything was so sweet, honey My lips are buzzing Waiting for the taste of your voice like an unopened letter Maybe it's bett...

 1 I don't trust or believe in hospitals !!!   I don't trust or believe in hospitals. (Incidentally, this screenshot ^ is from Woah Vicky's twitter, who is also homophobic and transphobic lowkey, but I find myself relating to her twitter more than I should.) Why don't I trust or believe in hospitals? I feel like I didn't always feel this way. When I was a kid, I kind of just trusted doctors and hospitals by default, although I don't think I ever stayed at the hospital long-term as a kid, and only ever came into contact with doctors for maybe my vaccinations as a very small kid and then for yearly check-ups growing up.  As a kid, my dad used to subscribe to Time Magazine, and every Sunday I would read. Usually, I would just read the Arts & Culture section in the back, but one time, Time did a cover story about medical bills, which caught my interest for some reason, and I remember reading it as like a 10 or 11-year old. (I found the full article here:  https:...

SPOILERS: This post contains spoilers for the movie 'Anora', so if you haven't seen the movie yet, and you care about spoilers, this post contains spoilers!! DISCLAIMER: I fell asleep halfway through the movie, so this review is not that complete or accurate. But I got the general gist of the thing.  1 I saw this movie with my mom... I saw Anora with my mom on Friday. At first, it was extremely awkward because of all the a$$-shots and twerking and sexiness galore. The movie opens with a long, lingering shot of strippers twerking on various affluent-looking men, businessmen in Manhattan, presumably, seeking some pleasure after a long day at work. I was uncomfortable from the opening shot, because I was watching the movie with my mom. The next movie I'm seeing with her will probably be Wicked, a) because I want to see Ariana Grande/am curious about her acting and b) because it will make her trust that I can watch appropriate movies with her. I told my mom that my friend t...

 1 Preliminary thought  I used to really love reading David Foster Wallace so I thought that the longer the better. But this is just a blog, not Infinite Jest, so I realized it's okay if my posts aren't like super long. Btw I was thinking of recording Little Expressionless Animals and posting it on YouTube. Let me know in the comments down below if I should do that. I wonder if David Foster Wallace liked drinking a lot of coffee when writing. I read somewhere that he said he only actually wrote for one hour a day and the rest of the day he was biting his knuckles. I find that kind of relatable.  (Edit: Nov. 5, I looked up Little Expressionless Animals, and the full thing is not on the Paris Review website like I thought it was, there's a paywall. So I'll have to borrow it from the library and not have my mom get mad at me for reading David Foster Wallace when I borrow it from the library).  2 Is coffee a drug?  Algo that always intrigued/bothered me was whether ...

1  Pictures of Champagne French Bakery and Cafe. (2007-2020) 1 Google result of Champagne, indicating it closed during COVID-19 2 The front patio of Champagne, where I put out chairs mañanas at 6 AM 2 Food service aggression redux Part of the reason why I love working food service, and particularly at Champagne French Bakery and Cafe in the Winter of 2016-2017 was because you get so much control over a vital life force, eating and drinking, over strangers at the restaurant. If a customer is too pushy or makes you want to pull your hair out, you can do subtle things, like add extra shots to their coffee, or eat their leftover French toast in the walk-in refrigerator where no one can see you.  One time, when I was mad at a customer, I gave them like two or three extra espresso shots in their coffee to spite them. My shift supervisor at the time, Armando, came back with the lattes and was like, "you're going to give them -(gestures with his hand over his chest)- a heart attack....