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starfrostingLady Day and John Coltrane can only take a guy so far. But, I must say, blasting "My Favorite Things" with the heat on and the windows down (<<---decadent motherfucker) really does a lot to make my heart feel good.
Leaving on Thursday, as in the day after the day after tomorrow. Doût Jesus.
Right now I'm heading out to lunch w/my mama and brother. Oh, acting like things are fine. Saw Shira and Sharla last night which was sweet. Drank beer determinedly (is that a word) at my grandparents' which was necessary and helpful in its own way. Smell like delicious fig hand cream and need to wash my damn hair. More to say, can't really say it, gotta go downstairs.
Leaving on Thursday, as in the day after the day after tomorrow. Doût Jesus.
Right now I'm heading out to lunch w/my mama and brother. Oh, acting like things are fine. Saw Shira and Sharla last night which was sweet. Drank beer determinedly (is that a word) at my grandparents' which was necessary and helpful in its own way. Smell like delicious fig hand cream and need to wash my damn hair. More to say, can't really say it, gotta go downstairs.
