Today Is my birthday. I’m gonna party like it’s my birthday. Cause I don’t give a fuck it’s my birthday. Cheers en’ route to downtown.
So my brother got a good amount of sick today and decided to spill vomit onto my bed. Now I find my night spent at the laundry mat, I brought my magazine to read. It’s really surreal sitting here hearing the machines and strangers come in and out doing laundry. It’s weird seeing such a habitual task done at such a common level. No one judges they just do. I can’t quite explain how human I feel right now.
I’ve never ever ever had a shower with a man. Oh my.
Uhm. Friday come already.