My feet are rough, and the polish on my toes is chopping. Tomorrow, Veronika and I will be getting birthday pedicures. It’s not my birthday for another month. I have been left alone. Not even Ringo is home. But I am home, and I am watching artists make clothes out of candy on Lifetime. I love it. I wish I could get my hair professionally done everyday. I don’t like black jelly beans. I had sushi and red velvet ice cream today. On any give day, a good seaweed salad can brighten my mood. My underwear doesn’t fit today. An exboyfriend texted me last night. I ignored it. Tomorrow is my day off. I wish I had someone to share my bed with me tonight. I’m nervous parts of my life are not matching up. I am nervous I may have to let something go. I don’t know what color I will pick for my toes. I want to work at a bookshop. I want punk rock on a record player. I want ice tea with large slices on lemon. I want an apartment with the one that I love. My eyeliner has been messy all day.