i once had a dream so i packed up and split for the city
and a little over twenty-four hours later, i feel much better thanks. while everyone else i know got tore up from the floor up, i went through like a gallon of apple cider, watched "ferris bueller's day off" (and then "death wish", which was made surreal by the side-effects of the cold medicine) and slept for like fifteen hours. i laid down the scrabble tiles with deborah and secured victory using a yiddish word, which i was very proud of. and then today i got a new pedal (!@#!@3) and then got dinner at yet another seedy italian place in downtown birmingham. there are so many of them! i love it!
my mom disapproves of my "there goes my gun" hoodie but is tickled pink by the fact that i listen to the beach boys' "pet sounds" so much. there has to be a happy medium in there somewhere.
my mom disapproves of my "there goes my gun" hoodie but is tickled pink by the fact that i listen to the beach boys' "pet sounds" so much. there has to be a happy medium in there somewhere.