annika barranti klein
@noirbettie
writer 🌙 rhymes with monica friend of pippi 💖💜💙 stories: annikaobscura.com letters: buttondown.email/annikaobscura
gonna get knuckle tattoos of this to piss off the star wars manbabies.
i’ve never been inside the library that is in the jefferson courthouse building (which is stunningly beautiful), but i have been in the garden that’s where the house of detention used to be:
my early morning walk to the library confused the hell out of my phone, which is used to me doing very little moving before noon.
i swear i’m trying to work, but there are certain distractions i cannot ignore.
i made this meme for @lmanusos.bsky.social and she said i should share it with the class
due to the unavailability of penelope spheeris’s post–decline of western civilization part 2 work, we’ve skipped forward to wayne’s world.
(in case you are not a baseball fan and/or not from los angeles, this is a dodger dog)
there is a certain type of actor who i refer to solely by their similarity to josh duhamel. “discount josh duhamel” (the mechanic in the 2022 texas chainsaw), “top shelf josh duhamel” (matt shulze). imagine my utter lack of surprise as i learn that josh duhamel himself is bargain bin josh duhamel.
8th grade graduation, 1992. my lipstick has mostly worn off in this photo but you can see that it’s BROWN, not the orange abomination revlon sells now. (also pictured: crystal and mara.) guess who told me toast of new york was my color. it was sarah paulson. yes that one.
i got this alert on my phone immediately after doing a truly graceful pirouette to avoid tripping over my cat.
Paula Guran in @locusmag.bsky.social understood exactly what i was going for in “stealing home” (an episode of the twilight zone). weird horror 12 is out now! @undertow.bsky.social
omg you guys 😂 i have tracked changes on and am wearing headphones. i accidentally hit the audio button on word and the damn robot started reading me every single thing, deleted or not. it’s septembermarch twenty thousand two hundred and sixty five. i’m deceased.
sometimes when i get myself a snack, i grab the kitties some treats. guess what they now expect every time i am anywhere near the kitchen.
after reading emmie's generous thoughts on "mother's milk," i idly opened the story and immediately spotted a line where i (inadvertently? accidentally on purpose? i don't know) mimicked carrie fisher as marie in when harry met sally.
picture it: new york city, september 1978. i’m two months old. keith moon has just died at age 32. disco and punk are fighting it out. and the greatest album of all time just dropped.
if you’re on letterboxd, we can be friends there! boxd.it/2gRiN