{"id":9917,"date":"2013-10-17T01:17:23","date_gmt":"2013-10-17T09:17:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=9917"},"modified":"2013-10-17T17:17:25","modified_gmt":"2013-10-18T01:17:25","slug":"manifesto-of-limitations","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/manifesto-of-limitations\/","title":{"rendered":"Manifesto of Limitations"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n I can only look at art or photography. But no nudes or kitsch. No cats, No pictures of food or girls wearing hats. No ironic memes. No selfies. I can no longer wear thongs or socks. I can only eat cookies.<\/p>\n I can’t sleep until I’ve watched two hours of ‘Morning Joe.’ Until Joe and Mika and Willie and their guests have deplored the state of things and gushed about yesterday’s football games.<\/p>\n I can’t stop playing with my hair. I cut my split ends in the car. Not when I’m driving. I can’t pass a mirror without checking to see if my hair is okay. I can barely see because my glasses are too old.<\/p>\n I can only enjoy reruns of Breaking Bad or crime TV. I can only read the New Yorker and The Atlantic. When I hear someone on TV use the wrong word, I am incensed. “It’s ‘repentant’ not ‘pentent’, you stupid cunt!”<\/p>\n None of those Affirmations about how to live apply to me. I have already fucked things up.<\/p>\n But. I am comforted by coffee, jewelry, lipstick, midgets, showgirls, nuns, Indian and Persian Royalty, Cuban and Peruvian photographers, Victorian acrobats and cross-dressers.<\/p>\n I love my bed! If only I could sleep forever and ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I can only look at art or photography. But no nudes or kitsch. No cats, No pictures of food or girls wearing hats. No ironic memes. No selfies. I can no longer wear thongs or socks. I can only eat … Continue reading