yesterday i finished reading richard brautigan's "in watermelon sugar." it is now my favorite book of all time. not to get cosmic or anything--in the past i have expressed a desire to, one day, write a book myself, but after reading "in watermelon sugar" i no longer feel the need to write a book. i may, however, write a supremely presumptuous and overtly psychoanalytical scholarly article about "in watermelon sugar" and submit it for publication in the oxford journals. for the first thirty pages or so, i was convinced the watermelon fields were acres and acres of color-changing buttocks.
anyway.
when i was a freshman i made this dashti out of an old coathanger, some scrounged supplies and a nazar bonjuk. for a while it chased the bad spirits away from my bedroom in my parents' house but i think it has really found its home here: at six o'clock the sun comes in and scatters jewels all over the walls of my new room.
tonight we are having (mostly) cupcakes and wine for dinner. the wine is white and almost gone and the cupcakes are yellow cake with pink sugary tofu cream frosting, sprigs of mint and fresh raspberries. sara and i made them together.
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