I hate winter skin.
I'm starting to dislike snow. We've had 100 inches this winter. 100 inches is, like, a lot of snow.
Moving to Miami sounds kind of nice right now. But apparently they're really into appearances down there. I feel attractive in NH. I might be ugly by Miami standards.
I have a John Mayer song stuck in my head, which is awful, because I passionately hate John Mayer. "Your Body is a Wonderland" makes me want to cut myself.
M is almost finished with the 3rd draft of his novel, which means he's going a little crazy. He's in the kitchen talking to himself.
I have three jobs but I only like one of them. I'm not going to tell you which one.
My eyes are still itchy.
My body is not a wonderland.
John Mayer is a bastard.
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