the rain has me so sleepy but no. i must do union work

laughing over my old diaries with friends is very healing to the tween me that felt fundamentally hateable & hated everything in turn :’)

the ceo of the library where i work finally remembers my name, after meeting me no less than three times lol

writing about my old dumb mistakes is quite painful actually!

what if i quit my job and take a bus to nyc and never look back

i <3 writing melodramatic prose about the summers of my youth

watching my cat chase his tail and thinkin bout the futility of this modern life

wahoo happy to be new in town