Mia told me about this song.
"When my talking stage didn't work out and I was sad I listened to this," she said. "Sorry if you think it' so stupid and dumb."
I listened to the song, and it wasn't stupid or dumb at all.
Talia and I have been really into Eve Babitz. Of course, she read LA Woman before me because she gets to everything cool before me, and I only just finished it on Saturday. It's still nice to go through this together. Joan Didon is another strong favorite. We're both supposed to be reading A Book of Common Prayer right now but I'm not sure if she is, since she already read it before me (because she gets to everything cool before me). Eve understands being a girl and LA while Joan Didion understands New York and the chaos of life, despite being from California herself. Virginia Woolf seems to understand all the little bits in between.
It's January and we've just gotten our first snow that stuck, only it didn't stay long enough to be remembered. I always liked January winters better than December ones. December winters feel like the end of the world while January feels like the beginning of a new one. In December I tend to focus on my past and dreadful present, while in January all I can think about is my future. But soon enough Spring will come, and I will forget that there was ever snow, despite it being piled on the ground for weeks.