watched the shittiest soft-core porn last nite. anyway.
fil says: don’t put my towel on the floor. now it smells like floor.
then i said something that was very amusing and he told me to fuck off so i went back to sleep. i wish i could write it here, maybe i will email him and ask if i can.
he left me an old school nickel that looks like a quarter i wonder if i can pass it off as such at the coffeeshop.
i am experiencing chest pains.
