my friend victoria from canada stayed with me last summer. we stayed awake talking until 5 a.m. every night for a week, and then i had to get up and go to work. it was worth it though, cuz hey why not.

after she left, i kept finding little messages she’d written me all over my room. some of them were quotes from books and others were just like mysterious and vague and may or may not have anything to do with me? or her? i don’t know. i was finding them for months and months in books on my shelf and in pockets and stuff like that. i have kept them all in a little envelope. there might be 30 of these god damn things in there. anyway i thought i had finally found them all, but then the other night i was digging around in my leather jacket and found the pages of this book, whatever it is, and i was real confused. i got all the way to the end and saw that she had signed her name. on the same day, having not heard from her in a month or two, she texted me out of the blue asking if she could send something to my house to send back to her to canada, which is something canadians have me do for them with increasing frequency.

but . . . whoa. man! that’s so cool. victoria is cool. i wonder if i’m still missing a few of them. girl, how deep in my room did you dig??