2015-03-01 - 9:01 a.m.
where'd you go?
so, i am thirty-four years old and suddenly everyone i know seems to be writing a memoir.
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reading: where'd you go, bernadette. no, fuck you, bernadette, trodding all over everyone's logistics at palmer station. i feel like maria semple pulled her satirical punches, and the end result is mealy-mouthed, a meaner joke.
listening to: chattel tail. it's this thing i have, for girls with ukuleles who sing sad songs.
working on: displacement activities, mostly. honestly, how is this real life.
in the garden: snow.