Page one: driving through a funnel of snow on a side street. polaroids of dibs on spaces. lawn chairs set down to claim a territory. \
"i don't think i've felt like a used person quite like i have this season. i feel a little "done" with people for now. i love my friends but all friends have their own peculiar ways of pissing each other off.
page two: a pizza hut box and on the lid is text splayed out like a bath mat: don't try and grind my shine cause it won't happen. \
"now i'm trying to figure out whats next? there's the venn diagram, the bar graph, the spider web, and the pie charts. the organizers flipped open on the week that lies ahead. "the future", i write this on tomorrow's date. "
things to celebrate: horoscopes out of new city, crying, arcade fire, attractive barista
my roommate thinks i should write a graphic novel, i'm starting to sort of agree with her.
valentines day means buying myself a piece of jewelry, a necklace from renegade.
i have a long list of contacts to pick back up again. a friend from home who's mom just died. it's a really sad story that i'll spare for sake of the internet. a friend who just moved from somewhere she hated because it was cold. now she lives in L.A. paying way less to be way happier with an orange tree growing outside her window.
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