..and it turned out blacker but just blacker. it’s like, how much more black could this be? and the answer is none. none more black. i’ll try again before school. also need to quickly finish half-baked summer sewing projects.
michelle threw a successful sleepover cause of the fact we didn’t. even under the weather i didn’t want to. it was nice to talk in the dark when you’re half asleep and you stop thinking about what to say before you say it. impulse is great. not reliable the next day though; i cant remember much.
[as far as my recollection goes-
(what was the name for school glue huh?) with the caveman/clouds stories and daydreaming and meaning of life and careers and ketchupspaghetti sleeping bag meatball head and a movie life and tchuuna and small worldness and social/school life and sleeping positions and potato salad and turrets and if you were a sound/drawer/bag/condiment what would you be and bollocksy middle school and *thinking about thinking about thinking about thinking*]
i did get to that wonderous rare state where you’re beyond exhaustion and everything strikes you as funny. talking about breathing that was just. slaying me
there we go! a chronological detailed account told at lai’s. school glue formerly known as flifferflaaver. i heard flifferflabber