I hate the way you drive your minion. And the way you comb your minion. I hate the way you make me minion. Even worse when you make me minion. But mostly I hate the way you aren’t a minion, not even a little, not even at all.
Julia is plucking some soft sweet guitar strings on the floor beside me and I am drifting off to sleep. It’s not sex drugs and rock ‘n roll, it’s thursday #thursday