it’s like a silent retreat / rehab center where you put on your fur boots and grey paul frank sweatpants (low slung on the hips) then hit the local tj maxx adjacent stores with a venti starbucks in hand.
chronic issues be flaring but i did have to put on shoes and leave the house briefly so instead of my usual sick day joggers and flowy shirts: • levi denizen jeans that used to be black but are now dark grey, holes at the knees (not originally) and tiny holes all over the seams at the inner thighs and butt pockets… but i cAnNoT throw them out bc they’re literally the comfiest pants i own that aren’t sweatpants (please Target please please PLEASE stock these again 😩🙏) • slightly oversized tshirt (to cover aforementioned holes on jean seams), dark purple, from a 2017 conference i did not attend but it’s comfy and doesn’t show too much nip for comfort when going braless • thanksgiving ankle socks 🤷🏻♀️
Get a haircut, get rid of some clothes you haven’t worn in years, get a new houseplant, get in touch with the changing season, get grounded, get stoned, get in touch with some old friends, get some ice cream, get going
Maybe not *the best* but it was certainly one of the more enjoyable movie theater experiences I’ve had. December 2019, went to a 6pm weekday showing on a whim after a friend called me to see if I could go. I knew next to nothing about the plot, didn’t realize the whole thing would be in black and white and screened in an almost-square aspect ratio, yet was enthralled for every second of it. Turned out to be the last movie I saw in theaters pre-pandemic.
