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if you still listen to this, i appreciate you. as someone who makes multiple voicenotes every day, i kept putting off which text or vnote/journal entry would be the last one to include here. immediately after recording this, i thought of this quiet corner. i can practically feel the little cozy game-like character running frantically from their tiny desk with a single sheet of paper to where the head honcho is overseeing the control panels, because they knew this day would come. and it was their sole job this quarter to make sure that this project was complete. these voicenotes will live here, in their own mini digital garden by the fence, you know? going forward, my unedited thoughts will all live on my blog, the lazy capricorn, and mostly for those who subscribe to the backroom. oh! actually, yes.this is the potted plant outside of the backroom's front door. 🙂‍↕️ 🙂‍↕️you let me know what's here because i have no idea when i'm going to listen to these again, or need to be reminded to move them. anyways, subscribe to the lazy capricornadd me on blueskyadd me on discord @thelazycapricorn [just to connect or add me to your servers, i LOVE being added to servers. i just got added to a zine server: magical. magical place discord is.] shoutouts: blacksky gamers [love head honcho connie]black girl gamers [jay-ann, the real-life gamer girl g.o.a.t.]b.l.e.r.d.s. [the digital cousins fr]then, artists + creatives + dreamers + the like: join the spiral 🌀thank you for being here 🩶- moná.p.s. photo: i considered adding another, but honestly, this one feels like tumblr, therefore, it's the most appropriate for the occasion.

i’m on the train right now. photo: love is reminding your friend to eat bc you know they will forget as soon as they lock in for the next 6 hours.

*deeply apologize for the background, didn’t realize my radiators were so loud 🥲* anyways. processing this time as an artist. and having a breakthrough?

text to one of my best friends after a lecture on the women of the surrealist movement. photo: “a perfect dark n stormy from my new favorite bar café by the park today.” — text to same homie.

shameless. s6e7. i am very stressed. lip’s first heartbreak. the show shifting into a new gear. I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CARL!!! 😫😫😫😫 i cannot play during the next episode. let me just chill 😭photo: my last screengrab/next pickup. also, what it looks like when the council screams at me.

thinking out loud. photo: my street yesterday, my neighbor sent this.

crying to my best friend about my ex removing me from our shared iphone photo album. that really hurt my feelings and caught me off guard. she also kicked me off netflix, but that hurt far less and was maybe even expected. just feels like wow, was i even there? it’s so jarring that everyone i date seems to just evaporate from my existence. did we even happen? where is she? did i dream it all and wake up from a hyper realistic dream? idk. just felt really mean. photo: i haven’t been taking photos. just a lot of screenshots in my phone. here’s a book i saw someone talking about and may get if i walk past a book store. rip baek sehee.

and then we broke up.

i’m excited. this is a good, happy, productive, rainy, moody, cozy day. photo: binging nashville still. i miss a slow burn show. yearning for more plot. needing the story to grow and build and widen. for the storytellers.

and another thing: like i told my gf, there’s literally not a man on this planet i’m going to go back and forth with someone about. especially not one that’s categorically not a good person. insane. but enlightening. makes friendships stronger. which sidebar: i saw a video today about how surface level and lonely male friendships are and it’s because women and femmes do the labor of learning each other, having potentially difficult conversations whether surface (debating about a damn celebrity) or much, much deeper. all learning curves. etc. etc. photo: still binging nashville and this part cracked me up lol

putting pieces together. (tyfrm)photo: text from my love “Very light skin of you, love to see it” and i took that personally 🥲

“the last vision board”. 2025. mixed media. for tyfrm.

long story short. episode 8. eye of the storm. parents being seen by their children. photo: currently watching

dickinson finale. I STILL HAVE SO MUCH OF THE EPISODE TO GO!! ugh i can’t wait to talk about this on the podcast bc my heart. MY HEART. i cannot talk it. photo: i saved this today and it’s fitting.

more dickinson + thoughts + downloads photo: the last meme i downloaded (which was today lol)

my mentor be spittinnnnn. photo: swag from an event with adobe. i got a year of free creative cloud from this joint. i can’t wait to sit and actually be able to use it.

we’re all living in grief. life is a long funeral (or maybe repass). and not all funerals are sad. many are joyous celebrations of life. but grief and mourning are constants. photo: this idiot burned down his sims house by accident and couldn’t do anything until it was over (he ended the live before then). in the meantime, someone in the chat said to recreate the girl in front of burning building meme lmfaoo i was in real life tears 😂

sent to my love. photo: girl dinner.

emily dickinson. photo: mind you, i had a cutwater after this so yeah, im gonna go lay down.

https://giphy.com/gifs/real-housewives-new-york-read-PWT8AptmKh7TWphoto: the honey bee 🍯🥃

my mentor said i sound much happier when im working and that i should listen to my voice notes about work. i will not, but here’s what i send her. photo: my love is very dramatic and adorable 🥹

nonbinary, genderfluid, multi-spirited. idk. whatever. it doesn’t matter fr. context: figuring out what my stepson is gonna address me as. he prolly has a better idea than either of us idiots trying to figure it out fr. photo: someone asked me about my flag and i got to explain my Black american pride.

staycation with my love. resetting and recharging our relationship. it’s been a beautiful few days. god i love this woman—in all her clumsiness. photo: i finished lost records: bloom & rage. fucking amazing.

voicenote to my mentor. also helped to say this outloud. i needed to here this too. photo: say hi to the plant growing in my window.

abandoning this diary for a while.

stupid people. cults. age of aquarius. anti-intellectualism. the title of my essay on this will be “in the age of aquarius: anti-intellectualism a cult”photo: the latest meme i downloaded lmao“when you realize mid-conversation someone is in a cult and they don’t know it”

what it means to me to be a community leader. after watching rustin on netflix. photo: also, i have to say, he was a baaaad man. he had the boys in a tizzy, but look at him! i get it 🙂‍↕️ because having a man’s wife call you and ask, dare i say beg, “please leave my man alone because he clearly can’t leave you alone” is cuntyyyy!! idc idc idc.

my birth chart said i should be community first and not money first, but the money will come when i use my natural talents of being care focused. yeah, that makes sense. i need to read my chart more. photo: my stuff.

keywords: octopuses. bridget mendler. time travel. cults. dinner party questions. bojack horseman. fungi. mycorrhizaesidebar: i’m still watching. tracy morgan: who’s the star of the movie jaws?narrator: the shark. tracy: no. the music. *does jaws sound* the music. they go under the water and — the couldn’t even get the shark to work because of the salt water. idk what i’m about to get into but i just know im about to be entertained. also, why does this man have the fourth largest fish tank in the world?? but honestly. that would be me if i was rich. i would love to have a fish tank of jellyfish. photo: i wrote on the release of these for work. i ate the black one ☺️ krispy kreme collab with bandai in celebration of pac-man’s 45th anniversary. back to tracy morgan and his home aquarium because i am fascinated.

getting triggered by tiktoks is such a double/edged sword. like wow, im chronically on my phone so my algorithms know what i need, which in this case helped me decipher what ive been feeling. but also, fuck these machines for sinking into my psyche and knowing my subconscious thoughts. friendship stuff. community. boundaries. triggers. etc. etc. emotional. and i can’t breathe so i need to relax so i can go to sleep without suffocating myself with snot.

voicenote to my mentor. a very detailed dream. i’ll decipher in my journal. photo: wrapping up a blog post on lost records: bloom & rage. but more importantly, i figured out i can download my screenshot from my xbox to my phone. technology is bugs me out simple ways despite me studying quantum computers lol. it’s the little things really.

aspiring creative director notes. photo: 777. good coffee, great coffee

i’m caught up on handmaid’s. amazing show. i’m ready for the weddinggggphoto: the funniest knowles 😆

handmaid’s tale, s6e1. i can’t think about it too long or i’m gonna keep crying. and i cannot handle that right now. moving on to ep 2 but wow, that really caught me. photo: all the books i gave away. my library looks so much cleaner without the titles that were creating clutter. now it’s only books i read, actually want to read, currently reading obviously, gifted books (that i actually care about), and reference books i use for all my research. looks so much better.

me in my own horror movie. also dying a little so, pray for me. photo: screenshot from tiktok that just hit me in the chest bc yeah. duh. you’re fucking up the status quo, of course you’re the problem when no one else wants to grow.

sinners spoiler. we are so divinely gifted.i am inspired. ryan coogler, the genius you are. photo: my best friend knows i hate missing previews so she texted me what was playing when i was running late 🥹

conversation about how to journal without journaling with my best friend. currently writing my essay on unemployment and watching handmaid’s tale. drinking a red bull. i’m chillin. but i can also go to sleep. but that’s what the redbull is for i suppose. photo: my current mantra. trying to make it stick.

the handmaid’s tale atlanta bojack horseman essay writing basically: stay focused. head forward when necessary photo: my love sent me this and i just realized i didn’t really look at it before bc i know recess but i don’t know this flavor?? hmmmm. might have to try this one/these again. it’s definitely been a while. i live in the hood so they’re not at my bodega.

i am distraught. margaret atwood, my deepest apologies, i was unaware of your pen. ✋🏾🤚🏾this is season two? *spongebob breathing heavy*photo: my current motivation phrase.

bojack horseman animation common side effectssomething something drugs installation artinstallation artist, filmmakerenergy curator (did i create a thing? if you’ve seen this somewhere, don’t tell me. if you haven’t don’t steal it. thanks) ((i think i figured out my artistry path?))something about my morning pages. (((i refuse to talk about these fr bc i feel like my algos keep directing me to people who are also doing them and i need to avoid the potential cult as much as possible. it would be just too ironic, even for me)))photo: scrolling cosmos. feels like scrolling og tumblr. vibes.

mini rant to my mentor. idk why she listens to me sometimes lol parable of the sower. future nostalgia? i’m going to figure it out. photo: i don’t have any new photos in my phone, everything is from the wedding. but i don’t mind giving senator cory booker his flowers again. at least someone in our government attempted to do something as we fall deeper and faster into a fascist capitalistic society under a man baby and his equally, if not more dweeby, tech boy. fuck them. free palestine.

voicenote from the homie. so glad they love everything i snapped. photo: my bitch fr 🥹

it’s 8:49 am. i’m sitting outside of the bus pick up place. with my gatorade bc i definitely have a headache. i may have woke up hungry over but i sobered up quick when i saw my phone said 6am, the same time as my flight. ah, life. anyways. voicenote to my partner bc i clearly enjoy torturing myself. (my masochistic tendencies are showing). photo: just realized i forgot to actually take a party favor 😭 i was so focused on taking the damn photo. also was so gagged that each puzzle piece was different. i thought that was so cute.

Q2 outlook, basically. and a summary of life rn. also a smidge of hyping up/bullying myself. something about sobriety. photo: the ceiling of the bar.

reacting to the last few minutes of the season two finale of severance. lots of screaming. photo: me these days

thinking out loud. scheduling my life. photo: something else i’m working on scheduling. since my body is hellbent on bleeding monthly, figured i’d get better at knowing what i should do while and around it’s happening. will update how useful this is after my next period (whenever that is. i really don’t pay attention).

i need to sit with myself for a while. photo: cover art for amines last single. latest in my camera roll.

voice note to my little brother. but no, i really didn’t see that coming. that was a fun reveal. (spoiler for raising kanan s1e5 i guess?) photo: free stuff from work. the red book is going to be very important.

the longing essay. the changeling is the show. photo: the cookie.

friends. family. chosen family. purpose. photo: the last photo in my camera roll. lana wilson has a vendetta against psychics and mediums. please watch look into my eyes on max. like i cannot believe how insane she made those people look. that was absolutely done on purpose. just wow.