post-post-anxiety of Pei
Me and wild Irish rose are brooding in my corner of the room. Usually we don't talk, but we're getting along just fine tonight.
People are so funny. Everyone is so anxious and ready to pick a fight. Assumption, assumption. You know what I mean? Probably not, but whatever. It's gotta be Spring. Spring is so fucked up. I never noticed, but there really are birds fucking everywhere. There's this one blue jay that fucking sings is god damn heart out every morning at around 8 am. I woudl like to throw a rock at it, but it's too pretty.
Fuck.
People are so funny. Everyone is so anxious and ready to pick a fight. Assumption, assumption. You know what I mean? Probably not, but whatever. It's gotta be Spring. Spring is so fucked up. I never noticed, but there really are birds fucking everywhere. There's this one blue jay that fucking sings is god damn heart out every morning at around 8 am. I woudl like to throw a rock at it, but it's too pretty.
Fuck.