14 march

Today my fingernails are painted yellow, to match my worn-out cotton mary-janes; and i bought a betsey johnson prom dress that i'm particularly proud of. Oh-- and as of Starbucks this afternoon i am no longer single.

Should i feel different? I do not feel any different. I always thought that the day would come like firecrackers, shooting off in all directions, and i would wake up in a new skin, with a film over my eyes, and be suddenly very wise and very worldly. But rather it was pleasantly serene, no foreign gods were born: rather, only, what already was has been stuck with a nametag. The heavens did not dismantle. I am only very, very happy.