"I should start cutting my cocaine with Plan B." -Random girl at a party, on killing one bird with two stones.
Or fucking two stones with a bird. Or having an abortion while you’re at work. Or sleeping on your lunch break.
Going out last night reminded me of ninth grade. Bossy loves are hard but I’m louder. So I think this time will be easier on me and them???
Shits been crazy for everyone recently and erin and natalie told me why. Apparently there have been two eclipses this month. One in the beginning and the second just occurred. Hmmm. Also they told me to check out my monthly horoscope on some website. Yup. Pretty much dead on. I mean I don’t normally follow it, but I read em just so I can read about myself. I usually disagree or make it fit me. But no kitten, it was(seemed) so freakin accurate- with dates and everything. Less me, more we. Interesting. Fucking crazy… but I still create and manifest and make shit happen.
But it’s good to know that I still have magic inside my bones somewhere. Thank goodness.
Plans for the summertime even though it’s just about august: Go horseback riding. Get vomity tan. Only wear rompers OR dress like a sailor, cowboy, or candy. Be a lady. Eat cotton candy ice cream from dairy queen OR write to haagen daz and tell them to make it. Stop blacking out. (ahhh just kidding mom)
Someone brought in fresh basil and thyme to work so I took a bag and am gonna make spaghetti for my babies.
~Wifey for lifey.
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