half a bagel.

the healthy alternative to a whole bagel- fuck that. all or nothing, baby.

the streetcar drive said hello lucky me, i get to drive you home tonight, too. i didn't notice it was the same guy, but he noticed- i guess if i was him i'd notice, too. he asked if i had a good night, and i said i did, then i told him i saw my friend's band and he was wondering if i'd gone alone. so i said i did. no big deal. i go to shows alone, it's not against the rules, is it? am i fucking up again? i was never that good at following rules anyway.

on the way to the show i tripped and spilled. phone flying, smokes flying, hands scraped and knees... intact. i assume the knees will hurt tomorrow and i will wonder what the hell, then remember and smirk to myself. some stranger on the subway will undoubtedly wonder what the smirk is for (i would if i were them, facial expression is not permitted on the ttc when commuting)... and i will ignore them as i always do.

my boss said that my earphones were big and would sufficiently drown out the world. i told him that was the point.

hamilton, ahoy.