March 2011
1 post
You Know What You're Like, Goddamnit
Like you, I sometimes text message myself when I’m sad. Like you, I consider myself to be unusually good at the electric slide. Like you, I don’t know where all this hair came from. Like you, I feel judged when very small children look witheringly in my direction. Like you, I’m not looking for any trouble. Like you, I find it hard to remember the very poor. Like you, I’m...
