Workbook: January, 2015
- January 31, 2015: I want to be alone.
- January 30, 2015: Dude, I've been using your shit.
- January 29, 2015: Of love and lie detectors.
- January 28, 2015: To love and lie detectors.
- January 27, 2015: Mother of All the Living.
- January 26, 2015: She walks with purpose:
- January 25, 2015: Tiny little bones...
- January 24, 2015: New guy loves the Asian girl.
- January 23, 2015: Misery of miscommunication...
- January 22, 2015: Get high.
- January 21, 2015: It's better to be alone.
- January 20, 2015: "I want to come home..."
- January 19, 2015: Balloons and ponies...
- January 18, 2015: Bad things happen.
- January 17, 2015: Half-past-six, scared of dogs and thunderstorms.
- January 16, 2015: Deft footsteps through a waterlogged lane.
- January 15, 2015: You are responsible...
- January 14, 2015: Desert.
- January 13, 2015: Blue-green, like night in water.
- January 12, 2015: Sparks, falling in the dark.
- January 11, 2015: White words against black, three dimensional.
- January 10, 2015: There are scrub trees above the cutbacks...
- January 9, 2015: Shopping for bridges.
- January 8, 2015: Pitstop on the road to redemption.
- January 7, 2015: Little lakes of bluegreen glass...
- January 6, 2015: So hot the paint melts.
- January 5, 2015: Can I tweeze it?
- January 4, 2015: High noon in the City of Urination...
- January 3, 2015: Distant, because of distance.
- January 2, 2015: Halitosis.
- January 1, 2015: Feisty cutie, if she says so herself.