Workbook: August, 2010
- August 31, 2010: Materialist critique of Romanticism:
- August 30, 2010: She saw me as socially incapable...
- August 29, 2010: I thought she was the best thing to ever happen to me.
- August 28, 2010: Finds her daughter's Slayer t-shirt...
- August 27, 2010: Like an igloo:
- August 26, 2010: Within a month of our split I'd slept with three of my ancient crushes.
- August 25, 2010: I was so hard.
- August 24, 2010: They were a clique of NorthEastern children of privilege.
- August 23, 2010: Wrong people using wrong technologies to solve the wrong problems.
- August 22, 2010: Distant, sad, unapproachable.
- August 21, 2010: Violent dreams...
- August 20, 2010: Around her all my hurts are homeless.
- August 19, 2010: "Spinning spinning spinning..."
- August 18, 2010: Lunch dates with Bukowski at the diner.
- August 17, 2010: I left suddenly without warning, not through malice but eviction.
- August 16, 2010: My pens...
- August 15, 2010: The Anarchist.
- August 14, 2010: Hatred of her...
- August 13, 2010: Punk Rock Girl.
- August 12, 2010: Vacant, coquettish...
- August 11, 2010: She agreed to go steady with me if I'd find her a letter jacket.
- August 10, 2010: I loved a girl named Kate.
- August 9, 2010: Conflicted, bitter, acting out.
- August 8, 2010: "Will you wait for me..."
- August 7, 2010: Erotic personality type.
- August 6, 2010: The three of us mute our spider phone.
- August 5, 2010: I like myself so much better...
- August 4, 2010: New semester...
- August 3, 2010: She's lost hair.
- August 2, 2010: The staff seem to know her.
- August 1, 2010: Strange, strained, painful being around him.