Kitsch

some pointless words.

I burned my tongue on tomato sauce earlier.

I went to LattéLand three (3) times today.

At work, a 50-year old woman asked if I like Zooey Deschanel.

I said, ‘Sometimes.’

Maybe if I pretend I’m confident, this recent onslaught of insecurity and doubt will subside.

This has been making me sick to my stomach.

But my stock looks great. I’m a few weeks away from ~$1300 in investments.

That’s mildly adult-like.

I think I like people more than money, though.

I’ve been writing a lot without saying anything.

My insides have been full of words.

They just get stuck on the way out.

It’s always something.