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Today my boss at the pool came by my house, and came to pick up some of my old baby clothes and toys for her one year and a bit old. I thought it was so interesting to see her so close to home. (It was my grandfathers idea to get her to do that!) and im so utterly depressed because they're redoing my basement also. Its upsetting, I must admit. I like my grungy basement, filled with toys and childhood memories. Its one of the only things I made my own, either then my computer room. (I STILL HAVENT FIXED MY PRINTER. NOW I NEED TO BUY A USB TO USB PORT THING. WEFWJHEBFJHSFBSDJFS.) Anyways, I salvaged this one piece of my childhood, which is absolutely wonderful and important to me. My first piece of 'artwork'. Its a peice of paper that stuck on the furnace, that had a checkmark, hearts and a smile painted on. It represents so much, and it's been stuck on that furnace for about 13 years, im guessing. I drew it when my dad was around, so I must have been young. It's all such a blur now, eh? I never thought i'd be like this to be honest, I thought I would be so much simpler. (I guess thats a good thing right?) I really cant wait to be on my own this summer. It's my definite plan.

Lookin' out the window, at a brick wall, I swore that I would be the first one to make this zip code, fucking history.

And now that I think of it, I keep imagining my future coffee shop. I can see it in my head. I can see myself in it, smiling, serving people, harrassing them to "MANGIA!" I imagine seeing curious high school kids coming in- one being like myself- unsure, uncertain and worried for the future, and ill tell him or her, ah, "last breath, close your eyes"
Im thinking I should name it Sedona, (thanks to a close friend who told me stories about all the art installations and such that goes on down there. I think its appropriate.) or even possibly something to do with songs i love, or people i have encountered. Im sure it will click, so suddenly also. You know, i never thought i'd find something i'd burn for. I knew what I wanted to do, but not how. This makes sense. I can be happy doing this. Whats better then me and coffee, forever?! MUAHA.
I'd incorporate old italian recipies for expresso (think kimbo) and all the white, black and roobios teas, and tons of pastries, snacks, and small salad thingies. I'd get a wall, that id put some medium sized canvas's all over, get people to sign them, write something possibly, and use it as artwork, either there or in my apartment. i'd get jars of cool things all around, books everywhere, a small area with photography negatives hanging from the wall
ah, theres so much more. i dont want to disclose too much, THEIFS!