"Tell me everything, what you love, what you hate, how you’re feeling, where you stick your toes, what you are having for lunch… everything."
— what conversations are like with Anika
So, yeah, I may look back on pictures from my high-waisted shorts ridden college years and cringe some day because I can finally afford to be classic, but it doesn’t matter, because my grandma-lookin’ ass is going to wear this trend until it’s officially worn out.
Things I’d like to say (to you)…
I take you seriously even though you don’t take yourself seriously. And I wish every time we hung out, it wasn’t all about the deed and we could be friends. That way, we could go to G-Love or get high and listen to “Maggie May” or color or do beach walks at Crowe’s Pasture. Instead your depressed and angry and projecting on me. You make your own happiness, pal. Ain’t no body got time for that drama, especially not before their senior year of college (« me).
Reminds me of Haigis and the whales spray painted on the wall by the trailer park. It’s all multi million dollar condos now.