i am doing everything in my power to block out all the conversations swirling around me that involve people talking about brunch and kale and mimosas and clothes. no offense to them, but come on.
it is a nice day outside. maybe i’ll go out there after the sun sets.
i think i can move into my house tomorrow. i have been wearing the same clothes for eight days straight and i haven’t showered in just as long. i am fried on caffeine and i have three hickeys on my neck.