A girl from my hometown named Valerie Webber who I don't know very well recently published a book of poetry called "Dimly Lit Wildlife". One of my friends' girlfriends was friends with her, so one night about 4 yeas ago we got drunk together in a park when Val was 16. I know this because she told us how that same day she had lied about her age to the guy at Red Lion so she could get her left nipple pierced. Somehow or other, Thurston Moore (yeah, that Thurston Moore) got a hold of her writing and was so completely enamoured with it that he wrote the book's "Forward" when it was published. Apparently, when Thurston met Val, he said he was really nervous to talk to her because he liked her writing so much. Now Val hangs out at the Sonic Youth house on weekends. Jesus fucking christ. I bet Kim Gordon serves her tea and everything. 
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I'm trying to cheer up, I think things will be better in a couple of weeks. I'll have my car paid off and I'll have $200 less in expenses per month which will mean I won't have to frantically pick up every shift I possibly can at work.