One cannot really appreciate this town if one has grown up in it. From the outside it looks decent and sweet; the kind of place to raise one's children. Maybe it is. i can't stand it, if that isn't obvious by now.

Today i feel nothing. Not joy, or sadness, or lonely, or happy. Not even indifferent. Just nothing. Maybe someone will call and make me smile. But probably not. That's fine, too. Rumblefuss. Jack White can talk to me, he always makes me either laugh or cry. Or Rivers. He is my new love. But really, he only makes me cry.

It snowed today. Its May. Montana is ridiculous. It makes absoloutly no sense ever. You have to love that about it.