Aimee's last day at Loserbirds was this week. She bequeathed most of her decorations to me, making my desk/nest an even more hideously garish pile of shiny trash and shit that lights up.
I may or may not be wearing that piece of a tablecloth draped over my chair in lieu of a sweater.
- minnetonkas
- dress from Saver's
- leather cuff from fisherman at the johnnycake festival(is it weird that I'm looking forward to seeing him for the third year in a row soon?)
- piece of vintage lace held in place with a stickpin
- mystical amulet made of rat bones and rhinestones, birthday present from Aimee B
I was walking around Whole Foods feeling morose when Garrett texted me to know would I like to meet him and his friends at Dive Bar? He came back to my house, demanded a breakfast sandwich, and as we lay entwined on the living room floor, said "Like we never missed a beat,"