oh, while i was gone, new roommate tore the whole garden out. all the banana palms, the elephant ears, the pots of wild ginger we carefully carried from home to home.

I took a day and then carefully asked, 'what are you planning to do back there?', which was the nicest way i could think of to say, "what the fuck, lady?". But of course, nothing, she just thinks it just looks neater now. I think it looks post-apocalyptic, and i definitely don't have time to make it look better, cause, you know. Dissertation. What it boils down to is that really I really shouldn't be living with other people anymore. Noted.

7:13 p.m. - 2015-03-01