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Lord, I have returned from my wretched grave to give you some of the very best advice! Well, it's more of a guide .. not even a guide, really , I just thought of it when I was high. HOW TO BE SPIRITUALLY EXCITED:  [glitter explosion & crowd goes wild] Step one: Buy edibles from a sketchy guy on Instagram Step two: Consume aforementioned edibles [nom nom] Step three: Embrace the rather unfortunate fact that Drake has made a handful of somewhat bearable songs and therefore, you should enjoy them! Step four: Make roasted broccoli [thx for the recipe] Step five: Talk about George Harrison, because you just can't help yourself! Current media recs.. Song- [2011] ' Palace ' by A$AP Rocky [really great] Book- [1961] ' The Tempter ' by Anthony Bloomfield [witty and sinisterly sombre, definitely one of my new favourites] Film- [1999] ' Cruel Intentions ' dir. Roger Kumble [need that necklace so bad] - frances  

Sleepy-posting  is something I just made up. So, whatever this blog post turns out to be will no doubt read like a pile of crack babble. It's different to common shit-posting, in the way that it's more subdued and despondent - compared to a brainless meme you stole from some rando on Twitter.  Nobody is meant to understand you and that is a good thing. You are so complicated and so wonderful. In most cases, sleepy-posting will be something like a blurry photograph of a book - only if you're actually reading it! Anybody could reply to your story / comment on your post and you must be prepared to talk about your book at length!  You could also include pictures of mucky designer shoes, a single playing card or an old French film on a pixelated computer screen. Bonus points for smudges and hairs! It's like .. yeah, I posted this random thing on my Insta while I was in a dejected sort of trance. All sombre and sleepy, all dazed and confused. 2013 salmonella vibe. Sleepy-pos...

I suffered through one stale biscuit for my breakfast and hopped on the train at 11 - I was aiming for 9, but it's whatever. When I was getting off at my stop, a dinosaur tapped me on the shoulder and started talking to me. It was a conversation about the book I had been reading on the train. [The Catcher in the Rye] "Were you enjoying your book?" The older woman smiled and I couldn't help but notice the shocking pink satin lipstick on her mouth. I returned the smile. "Yes .. I've read it four times." I replied, not nearly loud enough. "I read that many, many years ago." She continued. "It's one of my favourites." I nodded and that was the extent of my social interaction for the day - hopefully, she didn't think I was a very rude girl. MY SERGE SHOES .. so comfortable and pretty. I don't even care if I look like an old man. That's just the sort of look I'm going for these days. One day, I might be able to afford ...

I would like to believe that I'm not self-indulgent - like the majority of people that use social media, but I suppose a broken clock is right twice a day. I'm a frequent writer, but I won't publish anything until I'm older and smarter. Or until I'm positive that my work will fly off the shelves. I just .. sort of .. really want your cash. By starting this blog, I figure that if I can remain somewhat active and cohesive, then maybe I am responsible enough to adopt an adorable Siamese cat. [Keep your eyes peeled for THAT development] I can't promise that you will be entertained, but like any strange girl you meet on the internet, I can  promise that I will appear every now and again to say hello  .. or maybe even, fuck you. - frances