i’ll write more soon, having an off week

some days you feel like girl staring down the barrel eating fries, other days you’re protected identity bird detained by dutch police

some days you’re 2 slices of half eaten bread

My nightmare last night had Joe and Francis persuade me to climb the side of a football stadium, which I did, shaking like fuck, each hand grasping the rung of a metal ladder and one between my teeth. I am terrified of heights.

Later I tried to wash small black bugs off my hands, they all bit me in unison causing my hands to cramp. This was not my night.

me and M##### are friends. Former partners but still, friends.

When asking her what she wanted to do with me that evening she told me we couldn’t, because we’re friends and no longer lovers. With a sigh she said, “I can’t even indulge in the words”

That same night I told her over dinner I could not do something she asked because although I cross the line on occasion, this particular request was against my morals, to which she said morals shm-orals shaking her head.

My dad told me over hotel breakfast that he thinks he has cancer. Mouth full of all-you-can-eat scrambled eggs I paused to say fuck?

This was hands down the best hotel breakfast I’ve ever had in my god damn fucking life because A. they had a large assortment of tiny single-use jams B. the coffee was decent and C. the toaster was of the belt feed n’ fall out of the bottom variety.

Last night I dreamt I’d washed my hands and dried them with a sheet of LSD Blotter Paper and was pissed I’d accidentally gotten high.