The tiny joints in my fingers.
My entire body.
My legs are going numb again.
All I know is I feel like I am dying.
A fight, a shout.
Don’t follow my horoscope on working out.
Two encounters, not complaining.
Aloof, horoscopic hints.
Hallucination and one since.
I laughed right in your face, and I’ll do it again.
Once this BHave movie is over, and you’re mine to win.
Weed, beer, weed, food.
Frenchie starts looking good.
Things keep looking up.
Unexpected girlfriend resulted in emergency smokeout and Father Ryan sitting at my dinner table.
- Me: Fat, fat, tiny little.....thing, more fat...
- Audrey: Are you guys talking about marshmallows?
Breakfast was even better than dinner.
Things are looking up.
Dinner was interesting tonight.