wow, tough crowd. i haven't gotten any response for a few days. are you mad at me for putting that picture up with the X over it? i feel like i'm fucking with my karma in doing mean things like that. then i think about how irritating he is, and i feel justified. depends on the day.
i'm not trying to be flippant. just honest.
monday nights. sometimes it's a party, sometimes it's a party of one. we're tired. a little bit sad, maybe, but it could just be the pinot and the fact that we're watching the lakehouse. (what is this 'we' business? who am i, sybil?) probably more tired than anything, and feeling a little too much like i'm floating around in the universe without any purpose or intent. sorry, don't feel like expanding on that one.
night.
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yo yo yo...poop smashed in the bottom of my sleeping bag between my big and little toe....
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