Today is going to be a good day. Or so I hope.
Car live!
I tie a large part of my identity to my vehicle. Its hard not to.
I'm a rusted meat cleaver, a '78 El Camino, a 40 year old pipe wrench, a stack of shipping pallets, a 2 week old cigarette, a book missing the last five page, a falling action with no plot. I'm tired. And I should not be chewing gum before sleep.
I like my shoes.
They're awe. some.
In my previous post I said sexual active when I meant sexually active. Yay for being tired.
I want food. Sleep first.
French toast is my equivalent to heaven. If God is inbreaking anywhere it is in french toast.
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