What Sunday Morning Means NOW
Bloody Marys at home with a clown skewer.
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chode school. 
Those should be jars full of google eyes.
it’d be better with a period blood swizzle stick
time to update, mr. b.
Helli, I KNOW…I haven’t been in the mood to write because I’m sleepy-brained. It might have something to do with hiring a complete staff for a new store that I’m opening and setting up everything else and managing the store I’m at right now. Jesus. Let me breathe.
Oh, and we’ll drink soon.
There is no time for breathing!
Well, if it comes down to drinking or writing, I suppose there’s no contest.
But work? C’mon. Blah effing blah BLAH!
its okay people are sick of hearing about your drunk friend kate and your backwards ass family anyhow
kisses,
knucks
This morning I walked past the fuuuunnnkay temporary front to your new coffee shoppe. I plan on stopping in for coffee and chode when it opens.
very insightful read, thankyou.