starry

i'm trying to start my next paper for creative writing nonfiction.
it's going to be about my cousin spencer, who just turned 16 in jail in flint, mi. but i can't figure out how the fuck to get into it.
i wrote him and asked him to write his whole story for me, about getting arrested, and he did. it's 6 pages long and really intense to read.
now... what do i do with it? it's coming to me, i know, it's just coming slowly.
grover talked me into sending my last paper in to this american life. it needs some revisions first, to make it more univarsally relatable... but i'm totally going to do it.

ok... in other news, i went shopping at the mall yesterday. at torrid. YES! i got these things:
one garter belt
two pairs of thigh highs
1 pair of panties.

and this is the thing about it... the thigh highs are a tad loose. so i have to go back. darn. and i'm totally getting more of those unders cause they're fucking hot.

and in other other news, a couple years ago us bank flipped me over and did me dry while i was at camp. i haven't had a bank account since then. but i just now settled up with them, and opened a new checking account. i'm a big kid now. or something.
xo