Oh, what a happy Thanksgiving. Its rainy. I'm in art class trying to make a project out of the smelliest plastic crap imaginable.

But something good just happened. I do believe I just squashed a desire.

Squashed is a funny word. I wonder if it was derived from squash. Overripe squash does squash quite nicely.

And what's up with the English "q" "u" rule? If "q" always has a "u" after it then why not modify "q" a little bit so it sounds like "qu" but in one letter? It would save ink. I'm so efficient.

This space is so draining. It feels like a void with only tiny pinpricks of light coming off of me to fill it.

Of course I can fill it with ease, but thats not the point.

A giant gum bubble. How weird. And do I like pink? Like I said, all colors are beautiful in the right contexts.

A ballet slipper. Unused. A flamingo. Reflected.

And a notebook. Falling apart from overuse. Totally saturated with words.