these bones are in their crone prime.

you're all really quite lovely. the stories you told me were delightful. thank you.

what would you like to do when you are old? i told patty today i'll have nothing but vulva art in my flat to worry my grandchildren. great nieces, really.

i painted myself today. i was the entrance stone. a curl around a breast, down around the belly, making a cello of my leg. i thought there would be pictures, and there are, but now i think they're just mine.

today was a good rainy grey day, and now i am tired.

i'm 23. look at me, i'm 23.

they're not really all out to get us, are they? i know martyrdom complexes aren't particularly attractive, but avoiding paranoia is getting more and more difficult. lately it seems like the world is splitting into teams. as a big fan of plurality, the idea that there could be sides worries me. or perhaps it isn't so much that there are sides as it is that there are so few of them. at any rate, the fact that my friends and i tended to be the last picked in gym isn't comforting.

i got my first ever zine in the mail today from autodidactic. i wrote some more of my mutilation paper. i walked to a chain drugstore, located at an intersection that features three chain drugstores, two of which were built at the exact same time, to buy ben and jerry's.

icecream is good, but these things can only be cured with comic books.

can someone make SUVs stop happening, please?

i'm really tired. does this entry even make sense?