January 2011
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Slept through the first hour of my first class of the semester. Biked to school, started a new book, salad salad and more salad, writing snail mail letters. Baking my own bread at 10:00 at night; the smell in my apartment is intoxicating. I am trying to be who I mean to. Challenge to myself this semester: bake a loaf of bread every week. It’ll force me to cut out time to spend all zen and...
Brains n' Eggs.
I could have slept on that southern roof with the sun in my face for hours. Climb through a window, give me a hand, sit next to me. We drove south but it’s still cold in the shade. I haven’t felt the daylight in months, and I laid there clicking my heels. These particular green ones are your favorites. You are the kind of good-good I could hold onto forever. I could and should and...
Peanut Buttered
dearoldlove:
You told me only someone with no taste would pick Jif over Skippy. Clearly, because I picked you, too.
HAHAHAHAHA
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My hair looks like that of a baby bird.
Perceived lesbianism, commence.
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