tonite fil is making jumbalaya.
i have been alternating between two different shirts all week long.
i am reading fil’s creative writing reports from 1987 and all he wrote about was squirrels in the forest and louis the dog playing possum. nerd.
i feel like a big sack of boring fatness.
hung over.
remy sneezes to get attention.
that’s funny.
that’s lame that i find that funny.
maybe i’ll stare at people with the binoculars and send them telepathic messages to look up at the window at me from bajillions of feet away.
last nite i passed out in the i am fucking drunk position which looks like half of a somersault.
i am so romantic that way.
