Too Much
It's an anthem. I realized that I have like 6 posts that I started at various points that I no longer have the personality to finish. Like, they're from weeks to months ago and I'm not that person. I don't know who that person was- or who this person is- but I know they're not entirely the same. Not the same enough to know what one another was thinking that's for sure. Last weekend I drunkenly unraveled floss and made a little nest in Ryan's bathroom. To what end? Last weekend me is the only one who knew and she has died with that secret. Took it straight down. I am not entirely convinced that Issa didn't do it and blame me because I'm the usual suspect...but like, not in a gross Kevin Spacey way. Although, I did spend some of the evening sexually harassing Ryan. Issa is old hat. We've kissed performatively after t.A.T.u (All The Things She Said was a karaoke staple) - but...why is it spelled that way? Sometimes when I yawn really big I s...