Just

Me.

I want to plug up the remaining cracks with my fingers and chalk the seams and joints of the sides and mash together the broken remnants and mold everything into the tightest little ball, re-modelling like the clay geniuses, globular and firm and visible all the way around, so that nothing new enters and everything old and dirty and abused has already left, a perfectly clean beginning but really not a beginning at all nor an end, nothingness (limbo?), a slice of understated and lesser-known freedom, held in perpetual motion, whirring quietly, bathed and cupped so tenderly, every little particle is loved, loveloveloved, everything so that I never have to feel like this again.

AHH

1) I HATE BEING SICK. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO USELESS.

2) I MISS EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING.

Change

Decided today to retire this bad boy that's been by my side, in good financial times and bad, for over seven years. Count it. High school and college. Perhaps a change (pun intended) in my monetary vessel will spark a change in my spending habits as well. But seeing as I had to buy a new wallet in order to replace this one, I probably wouldn't bet on it if I were you. On to bigger and better and shinier things!

Best

Curled my hair for fun this morning. Call me shallow, call me crazy, but I'm a huge believer in the self-empowerment one derives from looking their very best. When I feel like I look my best, it tends to follow that I will act like my best as well. It's probably all in my head but hey, whatever it takes dude. Whatever it takes.