Saturday, March 16, 2013


In the foreground, I sit on a white-painted kitchen chair with my feet propped on a similar table, my legs crossed at the ankle, my hands holding a ream of paper. A note flutters, held by paper clip to the title page. In slanted handwriting the note reads: I demand you savor this while it still reeks of my sweat and loins. Signed, Lillian Hellman.
Tell-All — Chuck Palahniuk
Home for spring break! We ran a lot of errands today. I am torn between spending my time on video games and books. but then again, what's new?


  1. Ahh, so jealous. You're home, and I have finals all this week. ;A; I want a crepe!!