You know how to act, you scripted the scene. This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts

that is a song i listen to when i'm sad about "status" by a band called kind of like spitting. the song's called young fiction writer. i dedicate it to you.
my real friends know its been a week in which devon was not at her best. work = stress, family = drama, home = null, affair = undefined, thus devon = sad. luckily i have a michael and a sweet d, two of the best friends a lady could ask for.
i want my own damn rainbow!
aaron made up a new phrase yesterday i would greatly appreciate a validation for: Shroppin' the pow pow. i think he means something about snow, but i'm pretty sure it doesn't mean anything.
on thursday i went to the grocery store after work. this is a boring story. i think one of the most boring/depressing things that a single person can do is go to the grocery store alone after work. cooking a meal for one is lonely, but while you're there buying new shampoo you have to buy yourself some food, nothing can justify how much you're spending on eating out. but i had no idea what to get there. frozen food right? that's what single people who eat alone buy at the grocery store? i have no idea how to buy frozen food, ive always cooked for masses, even when i had roommates and no live in bf. i came home with a box of cheeseits (thanks sweet d) and said shampoo.
listen. you might know this about me, but searching for parking in the mission is the bane of my existence. it always takes forever, but i always find a place within a block of my house and i wonder if i missed it before. who knows.
i'm planning on an outing involving tattooing with lord shuvo. i haven't worked out the specifics, but i want some maps, to remember how great this time is at g@rm!n and in sf. here are some ideas.
i just left my english writing class, and i have a deep suspicion that i'm the only sane person in that course. theres this old asian man that always seems to sit in front of me, although i've sat somewhere different every class. he has what looks like a twenty year old oracle, corporate swag, laptop bag completely overflowing with crumpled papers. he always wears the same tacky christmas sweater and unusually tight fitting jeans. today though, he walked in and stared me in the eye as he pulled, with quite a bit of struggle, a smashed egg mcmuffin out of the pocket of those unusually tight pants and took a bite out of it. all while looking at me. i was thinking about asking him on a date.
*devon*