“her webkinz password was ‘sex’….” the ukrainian ballet and alex’s mom says it’s so amazing they get to dance instead of be at war. i want to be jacked in that special way that ukrainian ballerinas are and i’m working on it. whispering secrets in the gallery kitchen, holding baby on my hip like a purse it’s the only way to stop her weeping. “bae” begging me to blog about something priya adjacent that happened to him. sorry bud i don’t take requests! thanks for gridding me though it’s that drinking malibu feeling. they’re like it smells like bubblegum in here and i point to my teeth and giggle. closing the gates siobhan walks past with curlers in her hair i respond and say i saw u bae she says no way. it’s really hard to not be an alcoholic. another dream about father and sons….this time more abstract than ever before but still woke up standard amount of heartbroken. my bedroom is an icebox because all the windows leaking in frozen air. someone took adam’s old frieze badge home before i could.