dear lily-white suburbia: jesus wasn't a wasp.
i'm starting a new tradition: every year on the night before christmas eve, get stoned and invent a baked good.
i made a cobbler.
it tasted like delicious.
my father tells me to make a dentist appointment before i graduate and am no longer covered under his health care, or that i could wait until i start my job and have my own health care. i laugh at this. he doesn't think it's funny. i laugh uncontrollably. he finally understands. we drink more beer.
i made a cobbler.
it tasted like delicious.
my father tells me to make a dentist appointment before i graduate and am no longer covered under his health care, or that i could wait until i start my job and have my own health care. i laugh at this. he doesn't think it's funny. i laugh uncontrollably. he finally understands. we drink more beer.