notes

Two summers ago was not a good one. I went through a phase where I believed all the graffiti I saw. I remember once I found a poem about a sad little witch under an overpass. Well, today I saw some that said 'you're prettier than you think.'

it did not end well

i want to whine, i want to complain about car troubles and social ineptitude and loneliness and too much to drink, but that would take too long and i'd rather take a nap.