more drunk than i have been since the time i drank a bottle of clear birds with a girl named cooter. i was 16. i didn’t pinwheel my body this time, just wagged my tongue between my lips. the fist of summer is in the last week i think, it’s like in movies. everything has happened and this is what you’re left with, this sets the tone.
i think i’m going to be moving into a house that has this beautiful wooden table. it’s large enough to roll out and laminate croissant dough. i’m very scared right now. this is why i don’t drink.
sleeping it off. always.the only thing sleep doesn’t off is miss