yesterday on the patio with fil and another woman who talks a lot and is boring and doesn’t make the conversation focus on me so i totally zoned out and thought of a short story idea that is pretty gay and i asked for a pen and she didn’t have one and fil desperate for the woman to shut up asked me the idea and i said oh it’s a story about this rich weird lady who lives all alone in this small town and she like has all this money and she buys a golf cart and drives it around town to buy groceries. best. story. idea. ever.
right now fil is pretending to be slash in the living room with his guitar and outside you can still hear all this shitty jazz music playing, i fucking swear after this weekend i never ever want to hear jazz music again, ever.
