i really never ever want david blaine to come to my house and chew on wine glasses ugh please no. god he’s always tryna hurt himself, did nobody play with him when he was a young’un? jeez louise
smartphone wiggling and giggling. insta-tweet here i come, eventually. lime green square town. i like the ringtones.
laundry and cereal songs at mom’s. apple and broccoli meals for days after larriland. cary grant. old acquaintance be forgot. frost feels good on my lungs.