you said maybe you'd cry on the train. / wanted to spend the day with it on my arm: "goddamn wolves. nobody has that dream."
tonight after completing the full cremaster viewing experience i walked home (a bit unnerved, as said previously) and did something i'm expected to do as a college kid but never actually do. i ordered pizza. and tons of it, it turns out, 'cause it was supercheap that way. the delivery guy seemed confused that i tipped him more than $2. that kind of bummed me out.
anyway. did you know that i'm boring and bland, i mean. that i have had nights of pizza and madonna ("cherish" and "borderline" era madonna, the stuff i used to play at daycare and in elementary school "allpurpose rooms" on toy-pink boomboxes when i still prized slap bracelets "cool" juiceboxes brand new stirrup pants and hot pink tshirt rings, la la) on the stereo and pajamas and sock feet and calling friends lightly. tonight just happens to have transpired into one of these.
anyway. did you know that i'm boring and bland, i mean. that i have had nights of pizza and madonna ("cherish" and "borderline" era madonna, the stuff i used to play at daycare and in elementary school "allpurpose rooms" on toy-pink boomboxes when i still prized slap bracelets "cool" juiceboxes brand new stirrup pants and hot pink tshirt rings, la la) on the stereo and pajamas and sock feet and calling friends lightly. tonight just happens to have transpired into one of these.