i may or may not be the most stable person around, but a little bedspread change will do at the moment. i even decided to use the boring pathetic organza curtain to block out the maddening sun. everything’s just dandy. medallion dead snakes and bad faith aside, we continue on living building and programming codes for ourselves this very evening. this is merely a bad case of mood swing, is all. i think i might have killed my cynicism entirely, because teasing on bad grammar doesn’t really entertain me anymore. this might be due to a blind woman i meet/see almost on a weekly basis passing the house every other day. or the fact that i don’t think suicide is a grand notion anymore, or any of that mental pysch ward ect zoloft shit, so much that repeating those godless questions over and over in my head during a certain meeting six years ago just nauseates me i think i won’t ever speak to him no more. am i in denial of a memory? yes. let’s leave it at that. now, we are less crass. i am cured, says the humble narrator. Zooey Glass would be find me completely boring.
i want to make creme brulee soon. wish me luck.
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