notes

iPhone notes late aug – sep 11

The name of my memoir should be “against my better judgement”
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Should i dye my hair this color?

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The sun magazine

–> look it up

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Appt:
Bruising ?

Hard to breathe feeling

BLOATING WTF, why do I look five months pregnant, google says this is a thing!?!

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Remember to:

Sign kids up for school lunch

Pay Internet

Water power gas etc

UCLA form

Library fines
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to look back at old

photographs,

It makes my stomach

turn.

to take new

photographs,

It makes my stomach

turn.

always

turning,

turning,

turning.

like tina.

like the byrds.

like the mother fucking chicken

I just killed for dinner.
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“I don’t know everything but I know some things and one thing I know is that your brains are REALLY REALLY SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT. It sends notes to your arms, your legs, stomach, back, and all your body parts.” – Clem
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I keep

Pushing your picture

Further and further away from

The present tense
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Burroughs’s list for 2015-16 accomplishments:

1. visit Oregon

2. learn to snowboard

3. learn to golf
Clemmy’s list for 2015-16

1.go to the desert with dad

2.learn about the year 1968

3. Play the drums

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i-phone notes, july 20-27

“I just want to make my own YouTube channel about boy things, you know, with a cool name like Stunter, or B boy, or something like that, with skateboarding tricks.

But you don’t know how to skateboard

well I could learn, right”

– B. Law

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TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW.

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Therapist:
What do I want
Do I want less custody
Do I want to a job instead of grad school
What do I want in a person
If I could have my perfect magical unicorn life what would it look like
(Write it all out this week)

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Clementine: I just pooped like an adult!

(I discover this means sitting on the rim on the toilet with the seat up)

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The problem with nut butter is that no matter how much I do or do not eat it never satisfies me, I feel the same way about sex drugs rock and roll and most things, except for broccoli because it’s fucking disgusting.

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emotional barf
trail mix, body aches
life in minor key
babies and messes
and hearts on fire…
there are many
inconvenient truths,
he was right.

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Me and my baby

We eat peanut butter off a spoon

We bathe once a week

We sneak out at dawn

We fight in grunts and guttural noises

We go to sleep

We try to dream.

Humble pie and grown up things

Me and my baby

We do and we do and we do

What we do.

And that’s the end of that.

(Maybe I am at the end of me.

Maybe He is at the beginning. )

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Paper towels
quarters
kombucha
bananas
tortillas (both kinds)
greek yogurt
avocado (lots)
apples
kale
melons
BLUEBERRIES
heavy cream
almond butter
peanut butter
ground beef
chicken
eggs (x 2)
nuts
toothpaste

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dream haiku

her name was Feather
nurses costume latex gloves
syringe in left hand.

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les blank movies:

spend it all
gap toothed woman

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diapers
bathroom cleaner
new sponge
nail polish
new dishwashing gloves
open bank account for baby
pay internet bill

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“I can really imagine myself doing that,”

I reveled to myself,

Out loud.

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