It's goddamn freezing on this beach. Montauk in February. Brilliant, Joel. Page is ripped out. Don't remember doing that. It appears this is my first entry in two years.
Sand is overrated. It's just tiny little rocks. If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I'm incapable of making eye contact with a woman.
I don't know. Maybe I should get back together with Naomi. She was nice. Nice is good. She loved me.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004) by Michel Gondry