Let me count the infec...erm. Ways. Ways.
Our Anniversary:
Between the two of us, Tony and I have one infection for each year we've been married. It's a really awesome way to celebrate - Tony sits on the couch phlegmy and ear-infection-deaf while I slump somewhere near him constantly constantly constantly rubbing and itching and pushing my eyes.
Did I mention the menstruation?
This shit is perfect. Seriously.
I'm in this terribly strange headspace recently - we're averaging around two hours of Millennium a night and I've become hopelessly addicted to Oscar Zeta Acosta. Every waking moment I'm alternately wondering if the person I'm puffing is a serial killer/ whether or not a low-grade explosive in the L.S. Ayers toilet would help/hinder the Chicano movement.
Vive la Cockroach.
Between the two of us, Tony and I have one infection for each year we've been married. It's a really awesome way to celebrate - Tony sits on the couch phlegmy and ear-infection-deaf while I slump somewhere near him constantly constantly constantly rubbing and itching and pushing my eyes.
Did I mention the menstruation?
This shit is perfect. Seriously.
I'm in this terribly strange headspace recently - we're averaging around two hours of Millennium a night and I've become hopelessly addicted to Oscar Zeta Acosta. Every waking moment I'm alternately wondering if the person I'm puffing is a serial killer/ whether or not a low-grade explosive in the L.S. Ayers toilet would help/hinder the Chicano movement.
Vive la Cockroach.
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