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.