My writing is better at night. Night. Yes night. When I’m laying in bed. Just me and my thoughts as I slowly start to tread off to sleep. But then my mind goes and I race to you. To where I feel found. Where I feel okay to break down and just be me. No...
I need a laugh. The last couple days have made me enjoy, really treasure the importance of laughter. And today, let’s laugh friends. NO. LET’S DANCE. Let’s drink and be merry. Let’s say the word poop without laughing. Let’s squeak like donkeys. Let’s gasp for air to the point we almost pass out. Let’s fall...
oh oh oh. oh oh oh. I’m getting serious here. ice cold six pack of Smithwicks, check. lounge pants, check. glasses, check. crazy, messed up bun, check. white zit cream polka dots all over face, check. Crap. Pretend you didn’t see that last one about the zit cream… no really. I’m serious. I’m about to...
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