lyris

A while back, I bought a book at Powell's called "Hell Hath No Fury". It's a collection of women's letters at the end of a relationship. It's just fantastic. Today was a bit internally dramatic for no particular reason other than the fact that I chose to stare at a 15" screen for the better part of twelve hours and not really ever brave the cold and go outside, so what I really needed, it turns out, was to read a bunch of intelligent, articulate women either express their love and pain or tell a man to go to hell, or you know, both. That worked out pretty well for me. Now it's 11 and I'm hungry as all fuck, but I have no money.... And I don't want to put in the effort to make something real... Stupid no debit card.