my new place is going to be feng-shui-tastic! i need to concentrate on something, right?

today i smoked with my 50-year-old auntie. she giggled and side split and everything you're supposed to do. i was in a bad mood all day so i just got paranoid, but i loved watching her laugh. she looked so lovely. like before she married that cold man. she's in years, so much older, but we have always been like two peas in a pod.

one of the feng-shui ideas is to get rid of all the crap you have that doesn't actively make you happy. i don't think i have too much of that, but i'm excited to purge. today mrak gave me his post-college advice: you're too young to accumulate crap.

other: you're too young to let shit weigh you down.

so toss mistakes you did last night in a drunken haze, forget the things lingering in your mind that you can do nothing about, burn away that boy in the back of your mind, don't listen to rilo kiley too much.

keep a moleskin by your bed and go to wet paint and find the beautiful black pen that makes you really really happy. keep it in your giant bag that now has pen ink all over it (it was supposed to be reversible but that option was lost within the first week of carrying crap in it) write down anything that inspires you. this year is for your creation. realizing that you are interested and you are interesting and don't PUSH, for gods sake, let things run their course and you will be fine.

tell me what brave men run from. leave it in the comments.

"i'm a modern girl, but i fold in half so easily"