Monday, November 2, 2009

driving with charlie to the strip club

I've stopped taking my anti-anxiety pills and started doing a lot of cocaine this month. The other day I cried because I thought I had too many birthmarks on my arms. I am at my parents house for a few days because I need to feel loved and eat brie cheese and hang out with my dogs and let them lick my fingers. It's a good time to be alive, though. Something about leaves all feezing to death and the sun ceasing to shine sets my thoughts on fiyah.

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