Season 3, Episode 24 (on a random day)

Ryan told me I should start a blog.
So I did.
Still not sure what a blog is, but apparently I’ve had one since 2004 — under a different name, different face.
If the FBI’s reading this, please disregard everything I posted before 2007. I was going through a jazz phase.

Anyway, welcome to my mind palace. Wipe your feet.
There’s no real schedule here — I post when the moon looks suspicious or when Outlook crashes.
If you’re here, you were probably meant to find it. Or you clicked the wrong link. Either way, it’s too late now.

Today’s thought: people keep saying “you’ve changed.” Buddy, I hope so. Otherwise what was all that time for?
– V.

October 1st

Ordered a changua. It tasted like regret wearing a milk costume.
Still finished it tho.
Because I’m loyal.
Not to people. To breakfast.

September 27th

Kendrick Lamar cancelled. I didn’t.
Still showed up at the venue and bought an expensive water from a random man.
He said he once met Dre at an oxxo in the center.
Honestly, that’s close enough for me.

Either way, fucking Nathalia owes me 150.000 pesos.
[Code: 00001100. Don’t decode it unless you’re already in.]

September 19th

A guy lay down on the side of the road today. 5:50 a.m.
I was late for class.
He looked comfortable.
Maybe I’ve been doing mornings wrong.

When I passed again later, he was gone.
Either he got up, or he figured it out.

September 15th

Danced with a policeman.
He didn’t open his legs at all.
That’s what she said.

Today’s thought: The rolos live up to their stereotypes.
– V.

September 9th

Fell off my bike today.
Speed: 0 KM.
Impact: emotional.
A lady materialized, helped me, disappeared.
Pretty sure I met an angel or a very fast pedestrian.

September 4th

I walked into the wrong classroom and stayed for ten minutes.
Didn’t recognize anyone, but the energy was good.
Sometimes it’s nice being somewhere you don’t belong and nobody notices.

Might go back tomorrow. Just to see if they miss me.

don’t remember rlly

Someone stole Álvaro Díaz from me.
It’s okay.
I won’t name names, but justice will be served —
probably in the form of a very passive-aggressive lyric.