Music: wait in driving rain For the bus that never came
Me: Turn around.
Me: Cause I gotta wash the clothes I’m wearing.
Me: (unbucking belt) Just turn around.
Me: It’ll be fine, just turn around. And hand me a towel?
My fourth of July was wet. Was on a friend’s rooftop with a bunch of people. Umbrellas all around.
Stood next to this blonde from Florida who was sure that I was younger than her but it turns out I’m eight years older. We exchanged numbers but don’t think I’m gonna ring her.
Got enough people and things on my mind as it is. Didn’t get to see any of the people I really wanted to see; which sounds about right.
The rest of the weekend was a blur. Tell you more but pictures are worth a thousand words.
Ergo, here’re 3,000 more words: