Monday, July 24

who's that girl?

I've been looking through some old journals from approximately ages 17-28. There are a disproportionate amount Clairefontaines among this stack and I noticed that a few of them have about 10 blank pages at the end, as if I got tired of writing in a particular book and moved on to the next one (I've been better the last few years about using the entire book). There are a lot of To-Do-Lists among the journal entries, and a large amount of poem/dialogue/prose excerpts. Also, tucked away are flyers for gigs, business cards, mysterious phone numbers and flirtatious notes which make for excellent self-research.

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