weekend tumblr is like daytime tv

there’s nothing on, but I can’t help but look anyway.

thekennblack:

Why do we take so many pictures of ourselves? Is it not bizarre that there are people who have a record of themselves aging on a daily basis? What does it say about us that the most interesting thing we have to photograph is ourselves sitting at work or us in different places around the house?

I take a fair few photos of myself on photoboth. BUT (for there is always a but, heh) I publish almost none. A few yes, but mostly they are kind of really interesting for me to look through every now and again and see how much my hair has grown and what I was feeling when I took that photo and such. Not for you. But what does it say about us kennblack? I so don’t even know. Maybe that we love ourselves and hate ourselves both at the same time more than anyone before us, that we are so horribly horribly self conscious. I do know that if you search the tag strange mind fruits, you get some crazy ass strange mind fruits.

sometimes I look through my old tumblr posts

and I think
this person is cool
I want to be friends with this person

my favourite category on trade me (non new zealanders read ebay) is always ‘other’

I spent so long thinking about what I would do if I won $8k

that I believed that I had indeed won it

I got a new pair of jeans (I did initially accidentally write ‘genes’, but I am happy with current set). Today. I wore them out the store and they are super amazing and they make me want to dance (warning: I allow this want to turn into a reality, resulting in *awesome* dance moves).

I’m back living at (my parents’) home

It’s weird. It’s lovely too, but weird.

I have a stash of clothes here that I haven’t worn in ten months, and there were even a few pieces that didn’t go into my ‘sell to unsuspecting buyers’ pile.

The cupboard is stuffed full of food, but the family complain that there is ‘no food’ and immediately get takeaways.

A single bed! Injustice.

And ten months of the family putting their junk in my room, which they will regret when I sell it all.

Not that I like to talk finances, but I have NZ$20.93, and that is only cause mum felt sorry for me and gave me 20 bucks.

I am once again in job hunting mode. I had a nightmare last night about working at New World (a supermarket chain).

Aotearoa is a beautiful place, I am so very happy to be back home.

I can’t decide which is worse: cooking food for tea, or going outside to buy something. Everyday struggles, but I imagine that hunger will eventually lead me to a choice.

I need to eat icecream right now, but I also can’t get dressed/leave the house

this is my biggest problem in life right now.

how long has it been since you’ve seen a picture of Ryan Gosling on your dash?

what’s the point of having a party if no one leaves their stuff here?

for fucks sake, I’m going back to crashing parties