i've procrastinated buying the clothes i need for tomorrow's event for too long.

went to bloomingdale's worked with an older woman from brazil named maya, and got a blazer and a dress shirt. i didn't even buy dress shoes — i'll show up at this fancy event tomorrow in reeboks, because: why not?

they need some youth in that venue, anyway.

v.s. joined me, she wore my sweatshirt and i wore my blazer, both of us clinging to each other's warmth.

we ate at the remedy diner and talked for a long, long time. she's very bright, but unused to her ideas being challenged in conversation. yet, she's the one who challenges others. we talked about that, tendency, too. we enjoy each other's company, a lot.

then, at home, she bursted out against all forms of wealth, all the rich people, and how much she hates anyone with money. this puts me in an odd position because, well, i'm lucky enough to have never been broke, and i make enough money to be comfortable, safe, and happy. i know she doesn't mean it against me, but it feels like she hates anyone with more than her.

there was a lot more to the conversation and situation, but i just remember saying to myself: "she has too much anger for others."

it underpins a lot of what she says.

i think i'm checked out of this one.