my favorite person between here and tuscon!
a perfect sunny friday afternoon
“So you’re pretty alternative, I like that. How’d you get into that?”
“So you like everyone? That’s so hot. Wanna be in a threesome with me and another girl?” (x100000)
“I’m like american prime rib. You appreciate that as a girl, right? The size of my dick?”
“GOD I FEEL SO FUCKING WEIRD. IVE ONLY HAD ONE DRINK. I JUST TOOK SOME MOLLY. HAHAH NO I DIDNT. Lacey, do you wanna go lay down?”
This has become my life.
I love the slimy algae feeling over processed hair in the shower
so much arts
living on my own is absolutely no different from living with my parents.
except I dont have to wear pants.
and no one comes home once in a blue moon to yell at me for picking my nose.
I’m eating again.
good byyye death!
now to clean out my newly stocked fridge.
I didn’t realize how fucking crazy I was till everyone started hugging me in a worried way, and I’m just sitting there smiling like a fucking idiot.
Every issue, all the repressed topics, all the religious/afterlife/god theories, and all the reasonswhydeathisagiftsemimorbid talk.
I still fully believe in all of them. And no amount of concerned hugs will stop that. But now I’m not as drunk and I’m almost worried that everyone is going to think I’m completely bonkers.
I used to pick up dudes this way.
On the other hand, I feel liberated.
And damn near giddy.
There’s no knowing where this is going.
Here’s me being happy.