NO REST FOR THE WICKED. leaving here at 4a.m. (in 1 hour) to catch my flyte to portland, where my mommy and two of my brosephs and my uncle will greet me. plz pray to goddess i don’t break down and cry. i hate airports. but i love flying. suurhrrrohhrrrp.
TONIGHT. drank champagne & wine avec mes amis. did laundry with my woman. i’m going to be gone (as will they) for over three weeks! poop. imma miss alla dem honeys. i’m going to miss my perfect room with all of my perfect belongings. my soft new mattress topper and my beautiful new sheets. le sigh. buuuut being reunited with rufus and django is worth the whole world. and being back in oregon with my freak family will surely restore my soul in a way that no other thing could. sitting around smoking cigarettes with my homie brother taro will do me GOOD. visiting phyllis for her birthday and possibly NYE will kill me with joy. all things always forever perfect 100%%%%%% die of ecstasy FOR CERTAIN
SOMETIMES I CAN’T FIND MY GOOD HAAAABITS
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