why would i make fun of what i thought was a good idea? the food i ate made me so full that i don't want to live anymore. what's the point of life cave man? to live in a cave and try to be brave? c'mon, get real, make me a meal i can't refuse.I'd like to have dinner with your family. i would wear crushed velvet and try to act mature (it's harder than you;d think.) i hope you don't regret tomorrow taking your shirt off on camera like man i was drunk but it was really funny and spur-of-the-moment and unexpected. i wrote a poem about this beat happening song, do you remember?? red wine tastes like hot flushed college headache but also like the accent to a so so pasta meal.
you didn't even like it when i took my shirt off
did too! you're such a bitch
the truth is they were both bitches. they both ate carbohydrates and then complained about being so fat. things like card games and pasta dinners are only fun when you both agree to it but things like drinking wine immerse you in such a way that it's impossible not to feel SOMETHING like going on a really long walk and only turning around when you're really sick of walking but the second half is the part where you're really actually feeling all those long-walk feelings
but seriously why would i make fun of something i thought was a good idea. it's easy to get disappointed when the ideal is everything is natural but then you find yourself reaching for the spiral bound calendar (the expensive kind they sell in bookstores) and writing dates for revelations.
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