went to the library the other day and borrowed 2 graphic novels. there are literally thousands to choose from, but i have a failproof process for picking good ones: if i open it and start crying i check it out. simple! i got two.

box of light by seiko erisawa

one line by ray fawkes.

and this morning i read box of light and got to a passage that made me cry so hard i couldnt breathe. *that* makes a good book.

another friend broke up with me today. actually she broke up with me weeks if not months ago i just let the slow ghosting slide until today, when i finally confronted her about it. further proof if any were needed that people only have time for you when youre easy.

wonder if anyone wants to fuck tonight. wonder if *we* want to fuck tonight. its an hour until we have to leave for the show, if we decide to go. have to say it doesnt seem very likely, we are tired of being alone in public places.

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