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>>16932501
depends on the day

>>16931131
Looks like a cocoa puffs kinda guy

>6:02PM: mom brought a big beige ‘industrial strength’-looking CHEESEWHEEL to my room and said ‘do you want this, for emergencies? for the trunk of your car? you can sit on it.’ i said ‘sure’ and she walked away farting, leaving the obviously-not-her-style CHEESE. ate b-vitamin, zeolite supplement. sent two emails. paid matthew. have been feeling, like, waiting for something, and ready, like in ‘a farewell to arms’ where they’re in the trench and haven’t eaten and ernest hemingway brings them moldy CHEESE and pasta and then they get bombed. going to leave for whole foods now.
>11:28am: impulsively pulled into Dunkin donuts. Ordered an everything bagel toasted with cream CHEESE and medium coffee.
>2:06am: going to do words I think of as I think of them thing again: suburban banshee, banya, baobab tree, homophones, Bose, licking a grilled CHEESE, January, hair pattern bald spilling looseage, three ring binder, zooming canopy monkey, tres little blind mice, condominium, mortgage, a fleece seat, debbiderra, Derrida, debbie Harry, three blind mice again, horticulture, speed lasso, Tasmanian devil, bronco sleeves, a tourist attraction, blind mice (not three), twelve step dildo introduction, big ship mathematics, snorlax, bison, person saying ‘it smells like…a bra’ after smelling my bra, I’ll never forget that I don’t think, it was the person whose pictures I’m not as attracted to anymore but wish I we were in his basement sniffing my bra right now, just like in the olden days
>3:35PM: woke feeling good. ate two fig ‘triple berry’ newtons, wanted more. ate under ten quaker ‘cheddar CHEESE rice quakes.’ ate under ten cashews.
>7:12PM: gave cats treats. drinking a canned ‘amelia earhart’ brand of sparkling water with ‘essence of raspberry.’ seems insane that my dad bought this…like aol.com morning rush playlist thing…eating smallish stack of cheddar CHEESE pringles. read ingredients and felt solidarity with inmates from prison food documentary.
>8:02PM: going to yoga at 8:30. cheddar CHEESE pringle-eating has stabilized, half the can remains untouched, no longer interested. want to eat sushi and seaweed salad again. last night i ordered a shrimp tempura roll, salmon/avocado roll, and spicy scallop roll from ‘asian taste.’ so good. asian taste. i want to see another movie again but it’ll be too late after yoga. feel like i’m on vacation.

>7:14PM: i don’t really know what i mean by all of that. i’m a little bitch. WHAT’S HAPPENED SINCE BATHTUB LAST NIGHT:
>>dried off and put on pajamas
>>toasted ‘everything’ bagel, spread chive cream CHEESE on both sides
>11:28am: impulsively pulled into Dunkin donuts. Ordered an everything bagel toasted with cream CHEESE and medium coffee.
>2:06am: going to do words I think of as I think of them thing again: suburban banshee, banya, baobab tree, homophones, Bose, licking a grilled CHEESE, January, hair pattern bald spilling looseage, three ring binder, zooming canopy monkey, tres little blind mice, condominium, mortgage, a fleece seat, debbiderra, Derrida, debbie Harry, three blind mice again, horticulture, speed lasso, Tasmanian devil, bronco sleeves, a tourist attraction, blind mice (not three), twelve step dildo introduction, big ship mathematics, snorlax, bison, person saying ‘it smells like…a bra’ after smelling my bra, I’ll never forget that I don’t think, it was the person whose pictures I’m not as attracted to anymore but wish I we were in his basement sniffing my bra right now, just like in the olden days
>2:23–3:30AM: ate 1mg xanax. watched ‘minority report’ and ‘project runway.’ ate wheat thins, CHEESE-flavored potato chips dipped in hummus, chocolate snack cake in a box labeled ‘great value.’ cats have been oddly quiet.
>3:35PM: woke feeling good. ate two fig ‘triple berry’ newtons, wanted more. ate under ten quaker ‘cheddar CHEESE rice quakes.’ ate under ten cashews.
>7:12PM: gave cats treats. drinking a canned ‘amelia earhart’ brand of sparkling water with ‘essence of raspberry.’ seems insane that my dad bought this…like aol.com morning rush playlist thing…eating smallish stack of cheddar CHEESE pringles. read ingredients and felt solidarity with inmates from prison food documentary.
>8:02PM: going to yoga at 8:30. cheddar CHEESE pringle-eating has stabilized, half the can remains untouched, no longer interested. want to eat sushi and seaweed salad again. last night i ordered a shrimp tempura roll, salmon/avocado roll, and spicy scallop roll from ‘asian taste.’ so good. asian taste. i want to see another movie again but it’ll be too late after yoga. feel like i’m on vacation.
>10:25PM: henderson won. he proposed to his girlfriend and she said ‘yes.’ people were booing him big time. he said ‘we all know melendez is tough’ and they booed more. he looked happy. good for him. he should’ve been like ‘we all know menendez is tough.’ ordered eight hot wings with bleu CHEESE and a medium ‘pacific veggie’ pizza.

>6:25PM: fell asleep watching ASMR videos. ate 2mg xanax. think i ate maybe five small pieces of toast with butter and jam. earlier mom brought me a ham and CHEESE sandwich and hugged me really hard. she said ‘you’re not really going away, i know you’re not.’ it sounded like she was crying. i hugged her really hard back and, aware of a double-meaning i preferred not to acknowledge aloud, said ‘i’m not going anywhere, mom.’

>8:25AM: woke feeling as bad but not worse than yesterday. ate 1mg xanax ‘for medicinal purposes.’ toasted ‘bagel thin’ condensed bagel. spread chive cream CHEESE on half that didn’t burn. want more sleep. smells like burning.
>6:02PM: mom brought a big beige ‘industrial strength’-looking blanket to my room and said ‘do you want this, for emergencies? for the trunk of your car? you can fold it.’ i said ‘sure’ and she walked away, leaving the obviously-not-her-style blanket. ate b-vitamin, zeolite supplement. sent two emails. paid matthew. have been feeling, like, waiting for something, and ready, like in ‘a farewell to arms’ where they’re in the trench and haven’t eaten and ernest hemingway brings them moldy CHEESE and pasta and then they get bombed. going to leave for whole foods now.
>8:41PM: security alarm beeped once as i closed door to mom’s. apartment smelled like bacon. mom said ‘i’m making chicken BLT’s, i can make you one’ and i said ‘no thanks mom, i’m on a roll.’ unloaded whole foods bag near two plates containing loosely assembled sandwiches. stared at a square of yellow CHEESE complexly, like i was downloading a message from it. blended smoothie. ate 20mg XR adderall. texted colin a lie about not receiving .pdf of lease, so i’ll be coming tuesday. wrote short recommendation for him on trulia.com. sitting at my desk. robotic and panicky. stomach doing acid reflux things.
>11:28am: impulsively pulled into Dunkin donuts. Ordered an everything bagel toasted with cream CHEESE and medium coffee.
>2:06am: going to do words I think of as I think of them thing again: suburban banshee, banya, baobab tree, homophones, Bose, licking a grilled CHEESE, January, hair pattern bald spilling looseage, three ring binder, zooming canopy monkey, tres little blind mice, condominium, mortgage, a fleece seat, debbiderra, Derrida, debbie Harry, three blind mice again, horticulture, speed lasso, Tasmanian devil, bronco sleeves, a tourist attraction, blind mice (not three), twelve step dildo introduction, big ship mathematics, snorlax, bison, person saying ‘it smells like…a bra’ after smelling my bra, I’ll never forget that I don’t think, it was the person whose pictures I’m not as attracted to anymore but wish I we were in his basement sniffing my bra right now, just like in the olden days
>2:23–3:30AM: ate 1mg xanax. watched ‘minority report’ and ‘project runway.’ ate wheat thins, CHEESE-flavored potato chips dipped in hummus, chocolate snack cake in a box labeled ‘great value.’ cats have been oddly quiet.

>8:25AM: woke feeling as bad but not worse than yesterday. ate 1mg xanax ‘for medicinal purposes.’ toasted ‘bagel thin’ condensed bagel. spread chive cream CHEESE on half that didn’t burn. want more sleep. smells like burning.
>6:02PM: mom brought a big beige ‘industrial strength’-looking blanket to my room and said ‘do you want this, for emergencies? for the trunk of your car? you can fold it.’ i said ‘sure’ and she walked away, leaving the obviously-not-her-style blanket. ate b-vitamin, zeolite supplement. sent two emails. paid matthew. have been feeling, like, waiting for something, and ready, like in ‘a farewell to arms’ where they’re in the trench and haven’t eaten and ernest hemingway brings them moldy CHEESE and pasta and then they get bombed. going to leave for whole foods now.
>8:41PM: security alarm beeped once as i closed door to mom’s. apartment smelled like bacon. mom said ‘i’m making chicken BLT’s, i can make you one’ and i said ‘no thanks mom, i’m on a roll.’ unloaded whole foods bag near two plates containing loosely assembled sandwiches. stared at a square of yellow CHEESE complexly, like i was downloading a message from it. blended smoothie. ate 20mg XR adderall. texted colin a lie about not receiving .pdf of lease, so i’ll be coming tuesday. wrote short recommendation for him on trulia.com. sitting at my desk. robotic and panicky. stomach doing acid reflux things.
>11:28am: impulsively pulled into Dunkin donuts. Ordered an everything bagel toasted with cream CHEESE and medium coffee.
>2:06am: going to do words I think of as I think of them thing again: suburban banshee, banya, baobab tree, homophones, Bose, licking a grilled CHEESE, January, hair pattern bald spilling looseage, three ring binder, zooming canopy monkey, tres little blind mice, condominium, mortgage, a fleece seat, debbiderra, Derrida, debbie Harry, three blind mice again, horticulture, speed lasso, Tasmanian devil, bronco sleeves, a tourist attraction, blind mice (not three), twelve step dildo introduction, big ship mathematics, snorlax, bison, person saying ‘it smells like…a bra’ after smelling my bra, I’ll never forget that I don’t think, it was the person whose pictures I’m not as attracted to anymore but wish I we were in his basement sniffing my bra right now, just like in the olden days
>2:23–3:30AM: ate 1mg xanax. watched ‘minority report’ and ‘project runway.’ ate wheat thins, CHEESE-flavored potato chips dipped in hummus, chocolate snack cake in a box labeled ‘great value.’ cats have been oddly quiet.