The Greatest Life You’ve Ever Lived
The kind of summer sleeping where you’re sprawled out naked, spread ass, or maybe eagle, on a hot, cotton sheeted mattress while a fan blows on your butthole, and every window and sliding glass door in the house is wide open without a worry in the world. But you’re still sweating right through the sheets. That’s not a scene they’ll know anymore relatively soon. So long, sis. Sayonara.
Well, we’ve landed. The good ship Big Rig has touched down. 7 points Gryffindor (assuming the kick is good). I was so worried about getting here that I didn’t really worry beyond that. Or at least that’s the story I’m telling myself. That seems to be happening an awful lot lately. Lots of stories being told.
Today was stupid and bad. The rest have been good. It’s like I’m so reserved, and so wanting to be able to say “see, I said we shouldn’t have done this!”, and so prepared for failure, that when it goes fine, or let’s be honest - good - I look for every reason it wasn’t good instead of just appreciating what was. I just need to rewire the machine to see things. From a Different Point of View.
A green ass summer. Hello, could it be you? Youth summer? Eden summer? I’d give anything for one more Eden Summer - and knowing now how deep that can go, would I still do it? Yup. I would. Just one more Eden Summer and I’m good to go.
Okay. I still work. I actually think that’s going really well. Thanks for asking. But now it’s time for bed. Hot ass, dripping ass wet, sweaty salty ass, fucking toasty hot ass bed time. Good night from the White Hot Room. Rise again, you crazy diamond.
Well, we’ve landed. The good ship Big Rig has touched down. 7 points Gryffindor (assuming the kick is good). I was so worried about getting here that I didn’t really worry beyond that. Or at least that’s the story I’m telling myself. That seems to be happening an awful lot lately. Lots of stories being told.
Today was stupid and bad. The rest have been good. It’s like I’m so reserved, and so wanting to be able to say “see, I said we shouldn’t have done this!”, and so prepared for failure, that when it goes fine, or let’s be honest - good - I look for every reason it wasn’t good instead of just appreciating what was. I just need to rewire the machine to see things. From a Different Point of View.
A green ass summer. Hello, could it be you? Youth summer? Eden summer? I’d give anything for one more Eden Summer - and knowing now how deep that can go, would I still do it? Yup. I would. Just one more Eden Summer and I’m good to go.
Okay. I still work. I actually think that’s going really well. Thanks for asking. But now it’s time for bed. Hot ass, dripping ass wet, sweaty salty ass, fucking toasty hot ass bed time. Good night from the White Hot Room. Rise again, you crazy diamond.