He tweaked his computer to allow me to do something harmless but mildly illegal. I don't know why he did it, but he was delighted; he said "don't tell anyone, and don't get spoiled." I found out his name, and it's perfect. Then we talked about Paul Muni. Altogether it was almost as good as the time he touched my face in the parking lot with white petals whirling all around us. You guys, I have a weird-ass life.
my etsy shop
- here's some stuff i made
other things i do
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Recent Posts
- caffè pagati
- from Jane McGonigal's Reality Is Broken: Why Games Make Us Better and How They Can Change the World
- frozen peach cocktail
- pomegranate-mint cocktail
- quite a week
- february is better than january
- every time i think, next time, i will get it right
- why i'm a jerk
- bioluminescence
- "you seem really happy."
