Royale with Cheese

My shit is so incredible right now.

I watched pulp fiction today to celebrate the end of the most incredibly hellish week of my life.
What a reward. I could not have picked anything more wonderful.
My mind was taken places I had no idea it could go. It was funny, and gross, and kinda cute sometimes (blueberry pie!) and really fucking scary at others.

I have made the executive decision to not work at all this summer.
Exponentially better summer plan than last year's.

I am going to rome in the fall

the bottom of my feet are kinda peeling?
Weirdly satisfying.


I am no longer pink in the shoulders. (and by pink I mean purply-red)
No peeling there (yet)

I ate pepperoni pizza 2 hours ago.
WOW

I can get more than 5 hours of sleep tonight.
Thinking about my dirty sheets makes me a little bit sad, though
but... Once my head hits the pillow
blammy.

out

ALSO
I saw an amazing concert a week ago (graced by the company of a gray+pink lady).
front row (standing amidst loud, sweaty, slutty, drunk people)


GOT MY A MACHINES ON THE TABLE, GOT MY B MACHINES IN THE DRAWER
GOT MY A MACHINES ON THE TABLE, GOT MY B MACHINES IN THE DRAWER
GOT MY A MACHINES ON THE TABLE, GOT MY B MACHINES IN THE DRAWER
GOT MY A MACHINES ON THE TABLE, GOT MY B MACHINES IN THE DRAWER
GOT MY A MACHINES ON THE TABLE, GOT MY B MACHINES IN THE DRAWER