Misery quarantine.

Gloomy. Let there be light(s).

Be aware of what you do with your hands.

Kaboom.

This is how you catch a girl a cab. Homemade infused drinks. Humble hangouts. Pieced it together. Return to hockey. Back to life, back to reality. Focus. Cootie bullyism. Good, good friends.

I may never sleep again. Remnants of glitter, marker, the scent of Jesus' spray tan. Everyone else is sad about important things. Taxes turn my stomach. Unionizing. In the mood for wine and euphoria with Dionysus, but I guess I will take a shower and go to work.

Fuck. this. bullshit. Come the summer, none of this will matter. Way to ruin my epic week.

Some straight up heart warming type shit.

Space adventure. Champagne. Pizza party. Portal to hell. Bathing suits. Spreading wings. Body paint. Glitter.

Waiting

Fizzle fizzle.

Weekend

Falling asleep counting syllables. Suggestively winking red lights. Broken glass in the shower. Stamp on my hand. Photo-booths. Ekta. Gushers. Burning hot.

I live in fear of: Scabies. Sporotrichosis. MRSA. Bed bugs.

Oh, the things that could have happened in a Chinese alley.