Archive for February 17th, 2005I carry around a 3×5 notebook to write shit in. Ideas for stories, songs/bands/movies/books people recommend, phone numbers, dates. Fits perfectly in my backpocket. Pretty handy, actually. It was a gift from Shy Girl, who is the one who likes to modify magnets, you might remember. One Saturday I’m sitting in Bernice’s Bakery, writing in the journal, reading the paper, getting jacked up on coffee, and the (formerly known as) The Most Beautiful Girl In Missoula strolls in. As she sat there, making lists and phone calls and trying to buy herself a car, I hijacked her colored pencils. I used a clean page. Now, two months later, this is what it looks like. ![]() |