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Sunday, August 18th

So as many of you know by now, Alyssa and I have left the 518, with no intentions of ever coming back. At some point I'm sure I'll have to come get my car and the few belongings I've stored in it back my Aunt's house, but I'm otherwise very dedicated to never returning. We will once again be living in our car--a 2007 Hyundai ( Read more... )

The constant shifts from Philadelphia to Schenectady felt like I was repeatedly teleporting from one universe to another, as my existence in those two worlds were so drastically different. In retrospect, I have no idea how I got so used to spending upwards of six hours between two disgusting, sketchy Chinatown buses so many times to and from, but I ( Read more... )

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DAY SEVEN
Thursday, September 22ndI woke up to the air conditioner spitting little droplets of water into my closed eyes. I shot up and sat on the bed, figuring I'd just wake up, and Tara joined when it started shooting chips of ice onto her. I was covered in extremely itchy bug bites all over my legs. I figured it had a lot to do with walking ( Read more... )

Monday, February 8thIt was an hour-long walk to the Pico train station. I was able to get away with taking the Metro Blue Line for free. I had plans to meet up with a long-time Tumblr friend in Long Beach. Her name was Leticia, and the first time I met her, she showed up at the PETA tent, gave me a vegan cookie, and seriously asked if I would ( Read more... )

Monday, June 29thI had been helping out at Lin's shop frequently since the winter, but not on any sort of schedule. Usually a day before, he'd text me and ask me if I could come and help and I'd almost always say yes. I had nothing else better to do and hanging out with Lin was always a good time. Even though I was only folding and boxing shirts, ( Read more... )

Pardon how empty this entry is. During this time, life had become so monotonous that I stopped even keeping notes about each day, which is normally how I am able to write such detailed entries about days that happened months before they were written about.


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"You're the punkest person I know."
- maybe the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, from Tia

Monday, April 20th - Thursday, April 30thI got off the Megabus a little after 9:30 the next morning in the rain in a somewhat unfamiliar part of the city. Within minutes of discomfort and my phone's default map app having no idea where the fuck I ( Read more... )

Wednesday, October 1stTia and I kinda sorta figured out our game plan for escaping Pulaski, but we weren't completely sure yet. Our landlord was an unreliable, stupid scumbag, but we wanted to end it amicably if possible because we wanted to get our $700 deposit back. Come the 1st when he came over to pick up the rent, we told him outright that we ( Read more... )