<<19.04.08 8:31 a.m.>>
you are gross.

as i was stopped at a red light, en route to buying $4.08/gallon gas (i know we’ve nothing to moan about, you brits), i couldn’t help but notice the monstrous armada in front of me. (something that size commands attention—and apparently, according to the parent company’s clever copywriters, it makes any day of the week feel epic. yeehaw!) anyway, to top off the sheer size of the thing, it had a license plate cover that read: “my ride, their taxi, his bill.” and in the lower left of the rear window were six of those little decals that are meant to symbolize each family member—except these weren’t little stick people—they were flip flops. and, of course, there was the necessary firefighters’ association sticker. for the love of god. i had to start reading buddhism without beliefs to help counteract the gross display of excess. (pretty good so far, by the way.)

i’m so, so, so, so happy it’s the weekend, but as it often goes down, i’ve got a horrid headache, which i hope goes away after the shower. we have a house full of family tonight, so i need to be in good shape.

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