1. I bought three pretty handkerchiefs today, for no other reason besides that they were pretty, and so I wanted them to be mine. Where do ladies carry handkerchiefs? And what are they for? My guess is delicately dabbing one's brow or to offer to a crying child or friend. They are too nice to be used to blow your nose.

2. My class has five boys in it. It is a 90% female population, and I'm not very social. I should get a kitten, to start my abounding cat collection it looks like I will have in the near future, cooped up in my dark house which I will yell at neighborhood kids from.

3. Today I thought, I am so fucked. I'm in art school, and I hate artists. But that is not really true. I hate artists who jump at the opportunity to call themselves Artists (capital "a"), and talk about their Work (capital "w") while jerking off all over the conversation. Even after that clarification, I'm still kind of fucked. Maybe.

4. I have no problems in life at all. I have annoyances, and that is not the same. I am very small and fortunate.


I love you,