she cried in the car because her ipod would not sync and i told her i could get her any album for free so she would feel better
are the floors real wood
8 am conference call and they’re up together. she waits for him to make coffee and they end up together in the media lounge watching the rain as he explains another big problem at the company.
the freeway is impossibly wide as we drukenly speeed around the places we only knew as children. this time of year is sacred for reasons that can only be known drunk below high tide when your high school friends still have your life in their hands
teen dads let it all hang out
we went out to the salt flats with a 12 rack of bud and talked about new young starlets
your aunt said digital ocean at dinner
you’re with your family in a hot tub and the wine kicks in. things appear: isp tidewaters, social media archipelligoes, NSA stocks of atlantic salomon growing in the pacific. way down, darkdepths of profit trenches fill with enourmous blind fish, public interest submarines, and seaweed gardens for bootleg cigarettes. slutty tuna patrol cruise ships that’ve been on fire since the...