please don't steal my wallet

Someone stole my wallet last Wednesday. It was a hideously ugly wallet. Black and white very fake leather with a big silver ring snapped on with a piece of red fake leather. The purpose of the ring? I do not know. I bought the monstrosity at Ross for $7 four or five months ago. After my other wallet was stolen.

Things have been hard lately. I have been sick. I have some big decisions to make, career-wise. I have other stuff. Disappointing, embarrassing, disheartening, scary, paralyzing. I dig deep. I try hard. I try to be good to people. I try not to let people down. Enough about that.

I wrote some stuff. You can read it if you want.

This one's at Wigleaf, one of my favorite journals. Wigleaf does postcards. I love postcards.
I finally wrote this one for The Nervous Breakdown.

I don't write much lately. My head hurts. I'll try harder. I'll keep my wallet close. I'll finish things I start. I'll stop making excuses. I'll stop buying sweaters. I won't smile weird for my new driver's license.

I'll see you soon.