people are strange

well, shit if i hadn’t been aching to dance. shit if i didn’t let loose.

and fuckshitdamn if i didn’t done had myself a jolly fucking damn good time.

to summarize my life atm (and i don’t mean ass-to-mouth), any wrinkles that show within ten years from now, i’ll be blaming on this week. and it’s only fucking wednesday. it’s only shitsucking wednesday, fools. and where’s my phone godDAMMIT.

i should really stop losing that shit.

life is a shitstorm of petty disappointments, which leave in their wakes a disillusionment that spans generations long. with piddling highs, and lengthened lows, and bruises to be found mornings after.

piss piss i cut myself some hot pants tonight. i am not really sure why. but they’re awfully cute; i checked myself out for like five minutes* in the mirror when i tried them on.

*this does not seem like very long, but i avoid mirrors like they’re the fascisti.

my hair is so goddamn long.