last night i dreampt of running and the misfits.I woke up this morning thinking of Ghost Town, a book I began reading because of its endpapers. They're maps.

I hate winter, I hate winter so much. I hate winter more than anything right now. I'm pouring all of my frustration and dissatisfaction into my hatred of winter. I wrote 7 letters the other day and I plan to write more today. I'm going to look at jobs in other cities now.

the truth i've seen in the world, through my very own eyes and no one elses.

1. haiku for my neighbors

will you please pick up
the dog shit by my window
it stinks in the rain

2. the correlation between my misery and the frequency of checking my voicemail is insubstantial and false. at the best of times, i'm bad at it, and right now i'm miserable.

3. i'm also passive aggressive.

4. our whole lives are a struggle, we've gotta love the way we struggle, and accept that sometimes the struggle itself is the entire experience. we've gotta remember that someone will always disagree, and be struggling for something different.