
Spring is the fucking greatest
a guy walked into the cafe earlier. he was wearing what looked like an expensive orange turtleneck, and had his hair styled up like an anime character and honestly he looked like he was having a great time. anyway he came up and ordered, and i gave him a table number and said i’d bring his order over shortly. he smiled and went over to his table. when his coffee was ready, i took it over to him and set it on the table and said that i hope he enjoyed the coffee and that he has a good day. he thanked me for being really nice to him, and that he isn’t used to being treated like this because he gets a lot of strange looks from people. i told him that it was no problem, and that i thought his turtleneck looked really nice on him. as i went to walk away, he stopped me and said ‘you’re really nice, so i want to let you in on a secret’. at this point i looked up towards my coworkers, who were motioning for me to go back over to them, but at the same time i really wanted to know what the secret was, so i politely said ‘uh, sure’. he seemed fairly trustworthy. it was a public place anyway, so he couldn’t really do anything. anyway. he proceeded to turn away from the other customers and just fucking…took the top of his turtleneck off. he explained that he cut the bottom of this long shirt and added velcro to the ends of it to make it a turtleneck. he held it in his hands and said ‘i’m a liar. everyone thinks it’s a turtleneck. but it isn’t. it’s great to have dumb secrets.’ and then put the fabric back around his neck and thanked me for his coffee again. i’m kind of scared now. what does this man know?
problem with watching lots of DS9 is my brain thinks every sentence in every conversation is supposed to end with “lieutenant”
the photographer is insisting that i should be a professional model. like in a serious way where he was suggesting agencies/events? but like i— im busy

fucking mood, odo
got super weirdly emotional about ds9 s1e15 (”if wishes were horses” in which figments of various people’s imaginations come to life wreak havoc etc, star trek star trek) mostly i think because of my weird painful empathy for bashir??? in it? well both bashir and jadzia. i at once think jadzia is absolutely right to be upset about bashir’s apparent interest in a bashir-obsessed, sex-obsessed, subservient version of her, but also i am so like…….. idk i think on some level i just discovered that having some imaginary, one-dimensional version of a person i was interested in from some one-off fantasy show up, and for the actual version of that person to be confronted by it, is maybe my Literal Worst Nightmare Made Flesh. and bashir was just put off/taken aback/apologetic enough about the whole thing for me to fully project onto that scenario the degree to which i think that my interest in other people is inherently harmful & violent, i’m fundamentally predatory, it denies other people’s personhood for me to be interested in them, etc. this isn’t even strictly how i feel anymore, not least bc i’m not actually still dwelling in tortured silence wrt my most recent serious iteration of having a nightmarish secret crush, but it’s still recent enough that watching some version of it happen was a lot in a very uh unanticipated way. so. that’s my star trek thoughts! ds9 review so far: i like it; i am embarrassed that i like julian bashir so much.
mood: loves kira nerys.
does it scare you that in less than 3 months it’ll be 2014