my own personal hell: the coffee shop has been playing nothing but Coldplay for the past hour.

edit: switched to Fleet Foxes. thank god.

see? state of mind.

i have intentionally not posted anything about christmas or new year’s eve because they have both been downers for me in 2011 and i think there is so much pressure to be merry and transformative and happy this time of year that nothing you do can ever really live up to the expectation. and i’m bad at appreciating imposed significance. and making resolutions. so i’m sitting on my bed in my cherry-red fleecy sweatpants at 11pm after an especially exhausting double-shift at work with some chai and a book, sulking because i have the social life of an old cat lady and i feel like i’m missing out.