i just wrote a letter to my second/sixth grade teacher. i long for the days when things were so simple. it was a good self-reflection excercise to think of 15 non-academic things to say about myself, though. though that was not the point of the letter, i decided to include it... yay narcissism?

oh, procrastination.

storypeople

this is a bag filled with dreams & recipes for soup & (s)he's deciding right now which (s)he's really hungry for


oh autonomy, where are you.

$2.66

someone owes me $2.66 because i'm pretty sure that i don't need this extra mailbox key anymore.