I remember saying something like "WHat The FuCK iS A Sleeping bag coat?"
"It is just what like it sounds..." she said with a mischievous smile.
"But why?"
"Because... Some guy on tinder was telling me about it, it was cute..."
"Whatever my perfect lil weirdo..."
Like why? I mean what? I don't know what to make of this...is it some internal conflict or some other divide that is too far and wide... I fear I may never know, we use to understand each other, I mean at least I thought so, but now it's all haze, all slow rhythms of emptiness, echoes of emptiness...
wait...wait...wait...I got to piss again
wait did she actually buy the sleeping bag coat?
What's worst is I want to try it...
live by the meme
die by the meme