purchased a nokia 3310 and will be using that for a few months. got it in this sky blue, almost baby blue. i think the listing called it 'azure'. it's used but that shouldn't matter. for twenty-four dollars it's a solid investment. i find it funny that my two most recent phones have been light colors, the pink iphone and the blue nokia

monsanto should collab with planned parenthood on a plan b-type pill called 'round-up'. thats a million dollar idea

last friday i went to numbers for the first time in three-plus years. i last went for a concert, but this time it was from 'classic numbers' which means it's friday night and a bunch of people nostalgic for 80s emo or whatever come out and dance or something. i don't know. i feel like i could enjoy it more if i were on drugs. drunk possibly. maybe uppers. idk. but i'm not interested in that right now. i got a lonestar and so did diego. we just talked about unimportant things. touched on bitcoin. his ebay hobby. even talked about sneakers. we left before midnight, spent maybe an hour and a half there. got canes. i haven't had soda since i was last at that canes in late august last year. i'm kinda scared to drink it again. i feel it will be too sweet

oh yeah, while at numbers, i saw this tall-ish guy in a white tee. he had a strong slouch to him. anyway i joked that the people who went to numbers were the same kind i'd see at the art asylum and that was proven true today. that guy walked in with someone, who i feel was also at numbers, but i'm not at the same level of certainty that i am with the guy. there's a chance they remembered seeing me there. maybe they talked about it in the car afterwards (assuming they drove (which is likely (it being houston))) or maybe they mentioned it to each other in the store while browsing. or maybe not at all. interactions. they're weird. i like being a memory. ren said something i liked about memories. well, i liked her wording of it, but i disagree with the stance. she said she hates how people can access memories of her. that it feels like an invasion of privacy. to always be able to recall a version of her, a version that for all intent and purposes, likely doesn't exist. and that there's no way for her to stop people from doing that. but, i kinda like that though. knowing there's a loop of me and what/who i was at a certain time that exists in people's heads, but only for as long as they remember me. it fades. in a way, i fade away. i guess i can come back if something suddenly jogs their memory. it's like death and reanimation. kinda cute