Last night I walked into a screen door. Everyone saw. This is the tangled web I weave.
Last month, I was here:
I saw a really trippy art installation this weekend in the old Essex street market. Also, all I ate yesterday was a canoli.
I canceled my Facebook account, which is a hiatus that will probably last about 3 days. Right now it feels great though. It is finally autumn. autumn autumn autumn. I am going to a Book Festival with new friends today. I am thinking of making this journal friends only again so I can write about my deepest, darkest secrets. I shared secrets last night with two of my friends. I felt bad because I already knew Hilary's secret so it was anti-climactic. I just used the word "secret" too many times in three sentences. There is a best-selling book called "The Secret." It looks stupid.