Hello friends, What’s up?! Are you ASTOUNDED that September has arrived? August slipped away like a bottle of wine, indeed. Or maybe it flushed itself down the toilet like the roach I murdered last night. Either way, time has never felt so irrelevant. I’ve been ruminating on this ‘year'.’ I’m hesitant to call it a year because it has mostly felt like one very long day, a hungover Sunday that is rotten and heavy and swaddled in nausea. Things that I’ve missed: wearing cologne with purpose, the pleasant agony of a first date, emoting in public through the use of my mouth.
To barf or not to barf? (in public)
To barf or not to barf? (in public)
To barf or not to barf? (in public)
Hello friends, What’s up?! Are you ASTOUNDED that September has arrived? August slipped away like a bottle of wine, indeed. Or maybe it flushed itself down the toilet like the roach I murdered last night. Either way, time has never felt so irrelevant. I’ve been ruminating on this ‘year'.’ I’m hesitant to call it a year because it has mostly felt like one very long day, a hungover Sunday that is rotten and heavy and swaddled in nausea. Things that I’ve missed: wearing cologne with purpose, the pleasant agony of a first date, emoting in public through the use of my mouth.