this one's hard to figure out. enigmas, loyalties, questions, and contradictions are what i'm dealing with these days. it's a diet that's making me ill with worry.
p.s. i went disco skating tonight with beautiful people. we watched an old lady rip her wig off for us. i caused a traumatic faceplant, but i didn't fall in the process. we got slurpees and flamin' hot cheetos and my mouth was confused. i was jealous. my feet hurt. my pants were unconventionally large. we found 6 tickets in the arcade and traded them in for an eyepatch that swallowed my depth perception. i was ready to go home but didn't want to leave. i only fell twice, once in imitation of a skank. i think i gave too much away. i'm still making friends. a bearded man thought we were fourteen. i made one correct prediction. other things didn't turn out the way i'd planned. i'm tired. goodnight.
giving up the gun -- vampire weekend
kingdom of rust -- doves
road to joy -- bright eyes
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