new obsessions:
waiting for the snow to melt
the way wet dirt smells

toffee flavored things
the so great Janis Joplin
writing bad haiku.


Another new obsession: celery. Celery with peanut butter. Celery with ranch. The way celery crunches, crispy animal bones in my mouth. Digging out the peanut butter, like digging for bone marrow. Something green that I actually enjoy.


I snuck into C.'s room last night and stood on her scale. Standing there, awkwardly balanced in the corner beside that empty cabinet, one hand splayed against the wall; standing there in the half-dark, looking down at the numbers. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks. Maybe I misread.


(I think there's a girl that hates me. I don't know why she hates me but she sends me these blackhot looks. I think there's a girl that hates me because I didn't cast her in the play that I'm directing. I don't know why she hates me. It's continually amazing whenever I get this lame and anxious.)