Notes on Today

I hate it when dudes incessantly use my name.  We’re having a conversation, bro, therefore I know you’re talking to me.

People throw out the craziest shit.

I am officially a dumpster-diver.

I couldn’t be more sore, but I got $78 for selling my books back, so I’m going to call this day a win.

Time to pack my life away. Where did I even get all this shit from??