LIVING IN THE ICE AGE
thank you, starbucks bathroom floor, you never cease to amaze me
feeling like a perennial carrie white mercilessly come-hithering the pigs' blood--"thank you, sir, may i have another?" have well & truly fucked it up this time. dude where's my expiration date. i think it stood me up.
how much do miracles go for these days, anyway
night-night kids it's been real, really.
