whomi gunna stick muh dickin?
after intense cuddles with doris and impromptu grab-that-notebook-and-scribble-everything-ever while switching music every 3 and a half minutes, i decided that tonight was an all night-er. i didn't wake up until 3pm today (yesterday) due to fucked up dreams where i couldn't escape dreaming. the dreams that you don't want to fall back asleep and have, but you do anyway. i forgot the water to coffee ratio and folders sucks anyways, but i made spaghetti and thought of you. and you. well, and you too, actually. but i only called you, because i don't call you and it'd be off putting to call you at 5am to tell you that fresh basil in spaghetti is perfect. laddy has blue on his foot and happy would-be-marriage anniversary to you too! you know those people who are so busy that they completely forget about the idea of dating? i want to be one of those, but its not very busy around these parts. my mom is going to leave my dad in a few weeks but she'll probably hold off until i leave. my brother is forever lost into the world of misogynistic manhood and i feel terrible for not interfering sooner. there's a medical study that lasts until january 15th for $3675, but do i really want to be here that long? NO! maybe if i lived elsewhere, but there's no where in washington that i would be comfortable ever again (maybe in a few years?). well spaghetti's done and you're not worth my time. neither of you, but you might be. all men are pigs, did you get the memo? maybe i'll stumble upon another boy who was raised by lesbians, but that one was hard to spot. water symbols shaved in his hair gave it away. why don't i talk to him anymore?