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cass, 21, living with hysteria. hello

all girls should have a poem
written for them even if
we have to turn this god-damn world
upside down to do it
--richard brautigan

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Contemplating alternate careers while in the throes of academic procrastination and despair

I would only ever run my own cafe so I could offload the surplus cupcakes I turn out in moments of distress (like now) and there’s no one around to eat them. Such an occasion would also make use of the mismatched teacups that crowd my shelves, and also the fancy tea imported from Guam. Also I’d have a legit excuse to write poetry in crayon across the windows and change them as the mood strikes (this week: free verse. Next week: haiku), also I’d get to play decent music over the PA system, none of the piped flatulence that mars otherwise decent cafes in Newtown and Glebe.

Oh yeah, and I’m going to set up shop in my living room so I don’t have to move far when I want to take a nap in my own bed. That’s all.