8/17/24

You can tell which of the plants in the yard are my mom's because she puts eggshells on them. I found my diary from when I was addicted to drugs and it is very sad to see myself like that. but also very funny and juvenile to relive falling in love with Hajo through frantic scribbles and word vom. I saved the parking slip from our first date together and the crumpled flower a homeless man downtown gave to me. i hate seasonally-themed flavored coffee but made some in the french press today. hajo loves it. i love hajo. the way the maple coffee smells reminds me of when we first started dating.