B’s grandmother calling me ‘unmade bed’ because of how I look.

Spending the afternoon with J + J after a trip up to Northgate and back with Bike Sabbath for fries.

Can punk rock alcoholics run a restaurant collectively? Do they want to? To what degree does one measure success?

Dating girls, in the ‘girls’ stereotype way, and not being surprised by, but still feeling the absurdity of the stereotypes.

Which leads into, communication. Once again I want to complain about the poor ability to discern thoughts from feelings and communicate as such, clearly, being a trend in girls I date, but A was a great communicator. So complaining is poor form and just frustration with the present.

Tomorrow? Off to the ocean overnight. Off to Alaska soon if all goes well.

Missing M this week, and not because container day is coming up. Probably because of J asking me about who I’ve dated that I felt was my peer, and the resulting introspection.