as in "why the face"
getting everything in piles to pack into
nonexistent boxes and i'm finding some cool, weird shiz
and my face keeps getting a question mark on it
like "oooh what do we have here???"
for example, i had no idea that i had written
in my 2nd 5 year journal this year at all...
apparently i wrote in it up until like oct 10
and then i went on hiatus
decision made: i will continue to write in it henceforth
some of the stuff i write is hilarious
socks that i needed for clinic,
cd's people have made me, cd's i made people,
and letters that i never sent -
some will be sent, some are going straight into the trash