Nest Scramble at Crow's Nest with Claire, hashing out the drama and wonder of our lives.
First meeting of Kalamazoo Book Club a success.
Coffee with Chris, always lovely, talking about life.
Zumba kicking my ass and making me feel so good, making me understand what it is to sweat out the impurities.
Salad, salad so good, crunching in my mouth, feeling healthy.
Financial crisis taken back to dull, throbbing problem at the back of my head.
Skyping good for the [my] soul.
IMs sneaking their way into my stable emotional grid, trip me up, make me cry.
Wonder really, what am I crying at?
But can't stop. For a short while.
Long overdue catch-up with Amy, add Devin to that mix.
Huddling around the too-hot oven for pizza, blondies, smoothies.
Seeing a movie for the first time since being home.
Remembering a summer of three years ago where we basically never paid.
Rounding the corner to the Rave in parsed out droplets of rain, yelling, feeling free, commenting about how Kalamazoo never changes but it feels good to be downtown and out.
Thinking Jesse Eisenberg is like the American Simon Amstell but will never be as good, as cute, as amazing.
Subsequently miss Simon Amstell (I have issues).
Home to dessert and apparently I'm a hipster geek. What?!
No, seriously, what.
To Parchment to hear boys play guitar.
Get absolutely lost, followed by guys in neighborhood, car egged, scared and laughing, round and round and round.
Listen to those boys play guitar and have girl pow wow on the floor, one overhears us talking about penises.
Amy produces fake tattoos so we traipse upstairs to put them on in trashy places.
Bored, leave.
Home in the rain.
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