Back Stateside. It's a bit odd. Everything is a/ced and the metros are spacious. Wacky. And people look at me funny when I speak French to them.
I like that my ability to consume food and drink is apparently impressive to people. My friend Noa still tells stories about the time I ate 22 donuts, or the time I ate 12 pieces of toast. If it's not donuts and toast, it's whiskey and vodka. Yeah, I'd fuck me too.
I like that my ability to consume food and drink is apparently impressive to people. My friend Noa still tells stories about the time I ate 22 donuts, or the time I ate 12 pieces of toast. If it's not donuts and toast, it's whiskey and vodka. Yeah, I'd fuck me too.
50 hours = final draft of thesis due
less than 4 days = jameson at the kitchen table? maybe in the park? god we can go anywhere... we coud go craaaazy.
love,
ukele
Sadly, neither were the poem I was thinking of. Ah, well. I appreciate the effort.
And I'd certainly be happy to engage in a discussion of Dracula whenever you get around to it on your reading list.