Shards in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Jan. 25, 2004, midnight
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I congratulated myself for snagging such a great parking spot yesterday, right in front of the door to my building. I paid for it this afternoon, having to chip a thick layer of ice off of the whole car. The ice shattered like breaking glass. Cool. Freezing cold. I left a pile of ice shards in the road as I drove off.

It’s bedtime and they’re predicting snow over night and all day tomorrow. I feel really alone tonight. I feel like I’m the one with the thick layer.

Anyone have a human ice pick?


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