Davey is licking the pillows on my couch? Whatever. . .
This July 4th was not the patriotic extravaganza I hoped it would be, but it was pretty fun. Douglasville with the family, where I learned a new card game; long nap; Champ and Wood's; Fellini's; and now I'm home.
Yesterday was fucking weird. Just weird. I mean, how else could you describe your ex boyfriend showing up at your house with a freshly-sucked hickey on his neck? Hahaha. Marginally disrespectful, maybe. But I ain't mad atcha. Coffee with Dooley later. Picked Sten up and went to Chow Baby. So good. Sten is hilarious.
I have got to finish unpacking. Ugh. I have so much shit. I don't even know how I accumulated it all and where the fuck I've been hiding it successfully for the last seven years.
Blogspot spell-checker is an idiot.
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