i simply can't stand it when people eat smelly hot dogs in enclosed public spaces
made a pact with myself to try and start noting beauty here too...
(fail)
it mostly lives in pictures i record in my head (i'm not a good enough photographer to catch stuff like the full moon reflecting all navy and white and shimmery off the metal roof of the secret tennis court building as i walk down the alley with my arms full of groceries...)
it may be too late
or vodka just makes me more hard-hearted than wine
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- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.