i have lived in this here house for near a year. several seasons have run their course and the hoarders have done their work fantastically, as you can see.
tonight while awkwardly sober at a party in this my very living room i heard three separate drunk friends utter what i had thought had become a nearly extinct word. blog. and so i just thought. and here i am.
so while the party's still hopping i have hustled out of my control top garment and dress (which some might construe as a long swimsuit). prior to my exit i observed thomas take a bottle of sunscreen and discreetly squirt some into young eisener's hand. i'm not sure what will come of this, but preceding this action there was definitely a solid one minute of engine noises expended in unison and so it seemed like a wise time to take my leave.
seasons pass and years. we get 9-5 job and talk about settling down. being id'd at the liquor store turns from offence to flattery. but through this vastly transformative decade some things remain the same: these old things still get shit faced and sandwich crazy. do grownups grown up? maybe someday.
