beatrice
24 years old. San Francisco, but imminently expatriating. Into "Truisms," domesticity, and literature.
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— 01 March
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just hanging out in dad’s basement.
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— 01 March
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jollybabe and smirkbabe
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— 23 January
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— 13 September
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oh nothing. just enjoying cheap ass vodka in cheap ass kombucha after a dinner of kale, tomatoes and pepper. i don’t have cash. all my assets are food stockpiles.
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— 02 September
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“totally non-bodacious: a real zine made by nora!!” IT CAME ALREADY! 
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— 07 August
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wearing my newly found cynicism and not digging it one bit.
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— 29 June
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BFF and I. Oceanside Pier, Summer 2004. Later that night I got wasted for the second time in my life and passed out head first in a bowl of brownie batter. I just finished Sophomore year and by the end of that night everyone at the party knew about my raging drug habit.
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— 17 June
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— 17 June
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First ever Rocky Horror.
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— 17 June
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This is the journal where my best friend and I wrote secrets and love letters to one another throughout Sophomore year of high school. I need to write more love letters to my best friends.
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— 17 June
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jackrabbit slim’s
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— 16 June
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Today at the Fallbrook Library a Mormon missionary undressed me with his eyes, twice. The Jacarandas are in full bloom and I heard the strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” drifting from the high school graduation. Mom made vegan, gluten-free mango avocado spring rolls for dinner. Whatta life.
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— 15 June
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sleeping in ramzi’s leather jacket, watching “just friends.” typical freshman year of university.
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— 15 June
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magi’s 18th birthday at airtime, 2006
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— 14 June
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St. Patrick’s 2007. Style inspiration was decadent 1960s mafiosa. All I see is my babyface.