The weathercouch eats things. It’s had several previous owners and when we got it, it came with a Gameboy, $1.75, and a remote for someone else’s television.
Now our VCR remote is missing – and the VCR is the infernal kind that won’t work without the clicker. It’s been three weeks now. At this rate, I might actually have to study.
Friday’s forecast: Ninety percent chance of hitting the books. Oh wait! There it is.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
