i came to jupiter house to get some work done on the book, as i've fallen two and a half chapters behind and still have to fix my whole mid-end of february before people read it and think i'm just some emo slut with bad hair.

speaking of hair, uhh... baller hair day. make it a holiday. but it'll be more legit than guinness trying to make st. pat's a national holiday. but i'll forget about it in a week and it'll celebrated with flag day or chinese new years. whatever.

the girl that made my coffee rarely works nights ((of course, i'm not usually here as early as 8p)), but remembers me by my purse. apparently she works at alter-ego ((vintage store, a genre i can only occasionally appreciate)). and they are apparently closing at the end of april, and though they will be getting new inventory for the next two weeks, everything is twenty percent off or more, making me appreciate the genre slightly more than usual.

she started crying, talking about her store closing. as if speaking to a stranger wasn't awkward enough.

also, where the fuck is dumas, tx?