i'll just sleep it off, thank you
i dressed up for the Art Show in a fancy tights and dress combination but the bicycle fell apart into parts and sent me kneecaps-over-wrists into the wet asphalt. everyone's hair was stuck to their foreheads with rain and someone pointed out that the handlebars had disconnected entirely as they waved them around as proof, and my knees bled, and i decided to not do Anything until dancepartyo'clock but sit on the porch grumpily. (also, i ate leftover mushrooms washed down with pbr and peanut m&ms that were discovered in a tea strainer.) later, i decided to move to new york and then not move to new york and then certainly move to new york and then certainly not move to new york and then, fuck it, move to estonia, several times. for breakfast i sort of wept into the mimosas with headache and highfived everyone at the table upon learning that emily from philly has the same birthday as me. i really like people that have the same birthday as me.
yours, amanda L. at 4:13 PM [+] | |