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everyday is a jam fest of friends and its college and i cant wait to go home to eat my dads chicken and to talk to him when his eyes are droopy about things that i didnt care about before and to hear the ac turn on outside my window and to hear the dishwasher when its so silent at night, the house clean and quiet and humming j u a r i s t i. to be able to go 5 miles away from my home and know where i am and to see my chinese girl and to pet indi and to make marcia meow 85 times in a row for serious. and to lay in the thick grass on the side back yard where nothing bothers you and to wake up and see the sun through the slats in dotties pine tree lookalikes and my fat old trees that take it all, even caterpillars. and to find my favorite lizard sleeping underneith the green hose on the side yard and watch it turn white to match the wall and go swimming in dotties pool and lay down in the grass til i'm dry and to see the first fire in the fireplace and clack across the wood floor and then slide on it and i remember the time joey threw a weight at me and it bounced and went through the huge front window and i want to drive my car so far nobody can find me. and to be able to cough when im sick and not feel bad for spitting 8 thousand times green globs into the sink and to be able to take a fucking bath! and to sit in it for two hours i dont give a crap if joey has to pee. and everything be so clean i can tell and there are so many things i want to do and go to orlando and feel safe, and walk around at midnight and feel safe, and wake up and be able to make eggs so dry they cut my lips cause i like them like that and sundays. every sunday feel.
everyday is a jam fest of friends and its college.
everyday is a jam fest of friends and its college.