Terrible Bullshit to-do list pad
Every morning, I sit with my coffee at the dining room table and spend a few precious seconds thinking about what I was put on earth to do: swim in lakes, kiss, laugh with friends, host potlucks, draw silly portraits. Then, I write down what I have to do that day, all the terrible bullshit of living after the industrial revolution: take car to the mechanic, get fitted for mouth guard, schedule duct cleaning. It makes me feel slightly better to at least call it what it is. Now you can too.
These 3.5"x8" notepads are printed on 100% recycled paper by my friend Janey. 50 sheets per pad.
Every morning, I sit with my coffee at the dining room table and spend a few precious seconds thinking about what I was put on earth to do: swim in lakes, kiss, laugh with friends, host potlucks, draw silly portraits. Then, I write down what I have to do that day, all the terrible bullshit of living after the industrial revolution: take car to the mechanic, get fitted for mouth guard, schedule duct cleaning. It makes me feel slightly better to at least call it what it is. Now you can too.
These 3.5"x8" notepads are printed on 100% recycled paper by my friend Janey. 50 sheets per pad.
Every morning, I sit with my coffee at the dining room table and spend a few precious seconds thinking about what I was put on earth to do: swim in lakes, kiss, laugh with friends, host potlucks, draw silly portraits. Then, I write down what I have to do that day, all the terrible bullshit of living after the industrial revolution: take car to the mechanic, get fitted for mouth guard, schedule duct cleaning. It makes me feel slightly better to at least call it what it is. Now you can too.
These 3.5"x8" notepads are printed on 100% recycled paper by my friend Janey. 50 sheets per pad.
Breesa Culver is a writer, art monster, and big sister. Her primary interests are: intimacy, collaboration, doom, praxis, and the American Midwest. She will name your baby. She’s based in Oregon, but dreams of running away to Għawdex.