February 2012
18 posts
“Can you please not call the police?”
– Said the girl who, in a drunken stupor, side swiped three cars on Main Street last night before taking her own car and running it into a fence across from the Jefferson. (via thisismyrva) **if my boyfriend had walked 15 seconds slower while leaving his job at the Jefferson last night, she...
boyfran’s band is getting some...
Ginger ale
Ginger ale always reminds me of the psych ward. They kept me so doped up the first few days I was only awake for a few hours. Usually if I ever made it to the snack dispensary within the 5-minute window we had, all the “good” shit (read: juice, in foil-covered cups like jello) was gone already. But there was always ginger ale.
Remembering Mania
Laying in bed staring at the ridges and shadows in the textured ceiling, I’m reminded of early dawn hours after sleepless, manic nights when I would lay here staring at the same ceiling. When I was wild-eyed and restless with the false vibrance of mania, I saw words and pictures in the rippled plaster. I was completely convinced that they formed some deeply significant message, and I was the...
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