What Maya is doing-day by day Maya- corgi/terrier 4 yrs old blonde the best.

When I was 8 years old I had an existential crisis. I was in bed in my peachy pink room that always looked like vomit to me and I thought to myself, “I can never stop being me. I am me, that’s all I can ever be.” I cried. I think I wanted to be an orphan like Annie. But then I would have been a ginger. Okay anyway…

I am not Maya, so what is this blog?

I am not a blogger, ”  ”

I am not and will never be a cool lesbian and that-that just makes me sad. I can never stop being me.

gotanewblogdawg:

mosquito bite on the face.

/summer bummer

Watched some Murder, She Wrote and missed my old roommate, Tessa. I love Emma but she just doesn’t taste the same when I bite her as she’s leaving.

Also, my mom has 37 bug bites, really!!

Finished college.

Oh wait, that’s me.

Ate some chips-a-hoy and vomited on my quilt. Thanks girl!

Went for a walk, a real walk, without a doggie wheelchair.

Smoked a cigarette.

Went to Williams and sat under his kitchen table.

Thought about her conference work and realized she doesn’t know how to type.

Slept.

Dreamt.