Just me here chilling with Sunday derpcat Adams and Doorghost.
We rearranged the apartment today.
Looks super neat. We'll see how the functionality aspect comes together at a later date.
Spent all yesterday drinking California's finest Riesling and smoking Gainesville's driest mids.
And let me tell you something as I sit here in this hip dually functional living space, covered in makeshift unintelligible sharpie tattoos.
Cold chocolate milk, has never ever in my life felt so good to drink. My thoroughly & thoughtfully throat fucked larynx loves cold cold milk.
I need that spray porn stars use to numb the back of their throats.
Anyway, I just made some tentative 21st birthday plans with Laurel and Garrett. That's exciting. I love Shane so much.
May 28th they will (maybe) come up here to Gainesville and chill at Shane's place. [[remember to get the Killers vinyl Sam's Town & Brian Eno ]]
We will (maybe) do DMT & pots if I get it and drink and have a little suware , then the next day go up to Gennie springs and double double kayak!
Anyway, its taking me a million years to finish writing whatever it is im trying to say here. I'm on FB with Shane and LP searching and Youtube sampling. Back and forth back and forth. I thought he would like me responding to his white stripes post but...he deleted it. I thought he would like me wanting to have him in my default picture, but he didn't. I feel like we both feel like on the surface everything right now is beautiful and fine but it really isn't. Its just like..waiting for the fall through to come back around instead of really embracing the awesome great times. "I cant enjoy this because I know bad shit is coming" Well duh. Bad shit will always be coming. Even if its not actually coming, it will seem like it to you, which is all that matters.
I want to make a box...sort of like the suitcases is White Oleander. I want to assemble all of our unique trinkets into a storytelling box. Or like...just put everything in there and write something about each item. Something cool. I'm done.
Looks super neat. We'll see how the functionality aspect comes together at a later date.
Spent all yesterday drinking California's finest Riesling and smoking Gainesville's driest mids.
And let me tell you something as I sit here in this hip dually functional living space, covered in makeshift unintelligible sharpie tattoos.
Cold chocolate milk, has never ever in my life felt so good to drink. My thoroughly & thoughtfully throat fucked larynx loves cold cold milk.
I need that spray porn stars use to numb the back of their throats.
Anyway, I just made some tentative 21st birthday plans with Laurel and Garrett. That's exciting. I love Shane so much.
May 28th they will (maybe) come up here to Gainesville and chill at Shane's place. [[remember to get the Killers vinyl Sam's Town & Brian Eno ]]
We will (maybe) do DMT & pots if I get it and drink and have a little suware , then the next day go up to Gennie springs and double double kayak!
Anyway, its taking me a million years to finish writing whatever it is im trying to say here. I'm on FB with Shane and LP searching and Youtube sampling. Back and forth back and forth. I thought he would like me responding to his white stripes post but...he deleted it. I thought he would like me wanting to have him in my default picture, but he didn't. I feel like we both feel like on the surface everything right now is beautiful and fine but it really isn't. Its just like..waiting for the fall through to come back around instead of really embracing the awesome great times. "I cant enjoy this because I know bad shit is coming" Well duh. Bad shit will always be coming. Even if its not actually coming, it will seem like it to you, which is all that matters.
I want to make a box...sort of like the suitcases is White Oleander. I want to assemble all of our unique trinkets into a storytelling box. Or like...just put everything in there and write something about each item. Something cool. I'm done.