oh.... yoko.
for christmas i got a flask for whiskey and two cameras by accident. today i yelled at jesus quietly for making me so forgetful. before i woke up this morning someone with a colombian accent asked if he could cuddle me- i said no until he fell asleep. tonight i talked to a boy who once insisted on holding my hand for an entire car ride. i was in love with his facial hair. i told him about god. and then he went to bed.
i am excited to move because then i can write letters. and when i write letters i wont have to move my lips. this will reduce my mumbling, but i still wont make sense. maybe i'll become a better speller.
last night was kind of amazing.
there were a quarter of a dozen candles lit around my house when my phone rang.
i ended up leaving and drinking red wine in the backseat of an asain girl's car. the snow was coming down like a film and once again i had the wrong footwear.
we talked about scissors made out of cork. or cutting cork with scissors. i ordered french fries that aren't called "french" in france. she flicked her ashes on her blue jeans and kept handing me the bottle.
my words never slurred and i told stories about dust and silk ribbons. we stole yarn and mascara and it never stopped snowing.
i got nauseous and came back to a not-so-nostalgic atmosphere.
i'm hiding from the idea of new years eve.
my resolution: to stop binge eating.
and i've deleted any idea of getting kissed when the ball drops.
and i doubt i'll even have plans.
even if it's just going out for coffee.
i wonder why everyone stops talking to me eventually. maybe it's the other way around.
i am excited to move because then i can write letters. and when i write letters i wont have to move my lips. this will reduce my mumbling, but i still wont make sense. maybe i'll become a better speller.
last night was kind of amazing.
there were a quarter of a dozen candles lit around my house when my phone rang.
i ended up leaving and drinking red wine in the backseat of an asain girl's car. the snow was coming down like a film and once again i had the wrong footwear.
we talked about scissors made out of cork. or cutting cork with scissors. i ordered french fries that aren't called "french" in france. she flicked her ashes on her blue jeans and kept handing me the bottle.
my words never slurred and i told stories about dust and silk ribbons. we stole yarn and mascara and it never stopped snowing.
i got nauseous and came back to a not-so-nostalgic atmosphere.
i'm hiding from the idea of new years eve.
my resolution: to stop binge eating.
and i've deleted any idea of getting kissed when the ball drops.
and i doubt i'll even have plans.
even if it's just going out for coffee.
i wonder why everyone stops talking to me eventually. maybe it's the other way around.