22:40 - Monday, Apr. 08, 2013
more rich
I spent my Saturday reading ancient diary entries - from myself and others. It's a good thing I went to the farmers market in the morning and got my sunny social outside time in because once I started reading I couldn't stop.

I miss this. This whole atmosphere. This whole self-indulgent bubble. (The bubble of babble.) And I have no business at all missing it, really. I'm almost thirty and there is no reason I should feel nostalgic about being a teenager who communicates mainly in thinly veiled wheedles and cumbersome innuendo. But there was something about how it felt that feels more rich than I feel now.

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