Status Updates From Paradise Logic

The little smiley faces scattered in as paragraph breaks have shifted to sad faces ever since Volume 2 started, after Ariel agreed to be her boyfriend and she started taking those drugs from the ad.

Ugh. I tried to not let Soo-jin's comments bother me, because it was so clear that she was jealous, but I felt sad. Me and Soo-jin had been through a lot together. Each time I got raped in college she was always so nice to me after.

Soo-jin looked at me and said: "Girl, who dressed you? You look absolutely insane. In a bad way. Are you OK? You smell like alcohol and also a locker room. Is that guy you're dating abusing you? He really looks like a school shooter."

Besides Soojin's art projects, which were mostly pictures of Lord Byron in the nude, everything was how I remembered. There was my twin bed, which had a quilt that I took from a homeless guy who didn't need it anymore because he was going to die tomorrow. … A pile of my weapons: my seventeen knives and seven sticks I had sharpened with my knives.

I never gave her permission to just turn my bedroom into a kind of salon d'artiste. This was not Paris 1899! It was actually a hundred and twenty years later!

i don’t think i’m a fan of

A journey to the deli to pick up sustenance for Ariel who needs to grade NYU papers. Encounters a French sculptor on the way.

Waterslide commercial

“…but I was shrouded in mystery for him. This was nice for me because I felt confident that to be girlfriend, an amazing thing to do is have your past be a void.”

“Ariel was very athletic in the art of the sexual, and I was seriously amazing at knob slobbing. It was a real gift. And I was so lucky to have this because a girlfriend must be able to suck cock. I had learned it from a man who we will call the European”

Paradise was a DIY venue with a jazz twist. Several boys lived there in bedrooms that were shipping containers.

Reality is ‘rescued’ by Ariel when he thought she trapped herself drunk in a bathroom at a house party.

He is now the boyfriend.

This girl is quirky and delusional. What makes this read interesting is the style of writing wacko MC perspective. On the base of it though, Reality has made a habit of sleeping with her drug dealer she met on the train, and never really leaving the house with her flatmates that don’t really seem to like her. Now the answer is to find a boyfriend, and she is starting this mission at the Atlantic Terminal Mall.