yesterday this is what happened. i woke up and read book in the backyard and spilled coffee on my toes. went inside and helped shane build the new kitchen table and measured for the last drawer. went to the studio and got tired finishing the bigger wooden panel and testing the engraver. it feels too feminine on aluminum in lowercase, might try all caps on aluminum and keep the lowercase on the wood. did my makeup in the mirror i found on the street. i went to work and some gay men yelled at me so hard because of tiramisu that they had to say sorry. i took the train to ella funt. walking there a new york moment. crowd forming around a grate because a poor girl dropped her ring. she says she heard just one clink. man grabs my shoulder and he tells me it wasn't meant to be. i grab his shoulder and i tell him he wasn't the one. i sat on a bike waiting for the boys. the boys come. they won't let us in until london's ex girlfriend tells the door guy who was once my coffee and pie only customer that it is important to her that we be inside. my stomach hurts. george plays in the pit and its awesome and london's ex girlfriend sing songs her poem and tries to cut up her dress but it doesn't work that well because the scissors are dull and london throws empty bottle in the pit. and it's okay because it's plastic. london has his head in his hands. woe is me. george's cologne still stuck on the inside of my milly hoodie. yarden's brother tackles me for the hoodie. diy yummy stick while walking. went to the bar on accident. the last thing i remember is sitting on the bathroom floor. i woke up in the bed and im not sure at all how i got there or who put me there, or if it was me. mom and dad are here. separate ways tonight.