Late-night cable TV is adventure. I now know more about the resilience and malleability of the male penis than I will ever care to know. Ever.
Life exhausts me. But I guess that's a good thing.
I worry about my mom. She can be such a dork sometimes, it's embarrassing. Ya, like I'm so socially adept. Pfft. We are all pots and kettles.
Earlier, I was on the bus. A bus. Long bus rides home, at night, in the rain, they're beautiful. The beefy roar of engine, the orange lights smothered by darkness, blurred by foggy windows, the barely discernible patter of rainfall. The drunk almost-hobo sitting across from me. The tragic-looking Korean girl sitting sedately with her knuckled hands and dark eyes on her lap. The shared silence of strangers, strangers turned into damp, hapless sardines by circumstance.
Man, I need a car.
Mm, sinigang.
Life exhausts me. But I guess that's a good thing.
I worry about my mom. She can be such a dork sometimes, it's embarrassing. Ya, like I'm so socially adept. Pfft. We are all pots and kettles.
Earlier, I was on the bus. A bus. Long bus rides home, at night, in the rain, they're beautiful. The beefy roar of engine, the orange lights smothered by darkness, blurred by foggy windows, the barely discernible patter of rainfall. The drunk almost-hobo sitting across from me. The tragic-looking Korean girl sitting sedately with her knuckled hands and dark eyes on her lap. The shared silence of strangers, strangers turned into damp, hapless sardines by circumstance.
Man, I need a car.
Mm, sinigang.
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