you’re not a baby if you feel the world. although the babies, they can feel the world.

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the first real snowfall was super. i spent it with a cute boy. he fell off his bike on the train tracks, i slipped on the ice on 53rd street and banged my tailbone up. we ate almost-free brunch and free cookies. we made snow angels. we made out. my neighbors might hate me a little more now, but i don’t care, man, i don’t care!
lawrenceville is so quiet. this quiet doubles in the snowfall. it still, nearly a year and a half later, blows my mind that i live here. it’s so random.
sometimes updating one’s blog with mundane details of one’s life is kind of nice. perhaps i had something real to say, but i think i’m going to save it for the zine. perhaps i had something real to say, at some point in time, but i think i’d rather go home and make some bread pudding out of the stale-yet-delicious bread i got at my favorite thrift store on thursday. yeah!

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