If you saw someone looking like a marshmallow and stomping in puddles outside Pulitzer for 15 minutes while someone else was recording it…
That was me. Yes. I was the marshmallow.
The things we do for audio.
Joshua squinting his eyes to read a text
me: get your eyes checked and wear glasses
him: no
me: you’ll go blind by age 30
him: I’ve seen enough. I don’t need to see any more.
brainstorming my essay with maria: “okay so for stuck inside of a cannon, I’m arguing…” realised I said it wrong.
Took me 2 seconds to get where that came from:
Stuck inside of Mobile (Dylan) + The next to last time I was shot out of a cannon (Keret)
I’m ready to graduate.
never knew until now what sleeping in the centre of a massive double bed with no worries in the world feels like
damn good with crispy corn and MnM’s in a cup while watching a rom-com.