I was going to write my senior year reflection tonight, but I feel like I’ve been shat out by howler monkeys, eaten by them once again, regugitated, and then flung against a cold slimy window.
I’m going to go nest under a massive pile of blankets now and sweat this fever away. It is, after all, my only symptom.
i am 27 and a total freak
sweet. i’d be freaky if i weren’t so damn weird.