it turns out that at the pool party last night a mosquito went to town on my knee. seven bites and counting (and scratching).
this is the article i’ve always wanted to write, except for all the crazy slang in the house, y0, plus it would have a) more motown and b) less outkast. […]
i am in the mood for buffalo tom/big red letter day, but it’s in new york. i am contenting myself with beulah instead. and a shower.
hate making phone calls. HATE MAKING PHONE CALLS.
love doing laundry. LOVE DOING LAUNDRY.
what does wells taylor want?
“your hurt drizzles forth twice nightly
and i once held on […]
hangovers suck.
drunk trampolining does not suck.
but hangovers suck.
