  I can’t remember the last time I was this bored. Oh god. I’ve sat around all morning ignoring people’s phone calls. There is way too much high-school-drama going on around me and I am staying far, far away from Robin’s latest installment of ‘Poor me!’. Anna and I bitched all last night about how shitty Robin is being. I could devote an entire post to her, but I have exhausted that topic.
I have come to the decision that I have too many clothes. For fuck’s sake- - I found an Ambercrombie t-shirt this morning. A tremendous shame spiral erupted inside of me. I had a sudden urge to burn said trendy piece of shit, but opted not to (if only for the fire hazard) Instead, I gathered a huge bag of clothing I never intend to wear again.
It is sitting in the hallway waiting for Anna to sift through. We wear the same size, therefore she has fist dibs on whatever she would like. The rest will go to Goodwill. I feel cleansed. I walked to my Elementary school and took pictures with my black and white film, really silly artsy shots of the playground equipment. There is a section of the playground we used to call “the woods”. In actuality, it’s a cluster of trees and rocks toward the back of the play field. It brought back such a wave of emotion that I had to catch my breath. I used to play house in those words. One rock in particular was reserved as the oven, and another a bed for the babies. It felt like a moment was frozen in first grade and I had suddenly been pushed backwards to it.
At any second, I felt like Ali D. and Jessica M. would come running up to me in their brightly colored legging and matching turtlenecks. There is a show at the Detour I have the silly notion of going to, but I’m not sure if I’m up for it. I feel suddenly very, very tired. Affectionately… Anna 
