Maybe the Weathermate wouldn’t have left if I had just apologized more. Then again, saying “I’m sorry you feel that way” never seemed to work with us, no matter how many times I yelled it sarcastically across the room.
Wednesday’s Forecast: You’ll be back. I still have your wallet.
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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”
