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Sunshine came for a sleepover. She came to me by way of the woman-owned weed store where they like to listen to Morrissey and sing along, which is so weird and oddly adorable. I made pasta because I must stop losing weight now, force myself to eat again, just like every time before when peacocks knock me down and piss me off so bad, shockwaves send everything flying, my jaw locked, my heart stuck on Rampage.
I do not take unhappiness gracefully. I do not take a punch well. I go down hard and come right back up swinging and scratching and hexing my ass off. Every time.
Then when it was all talked out, we binged Yellowstone again. Because, cowboys. We all want Rip. My sister and I want RIP on our tombstones after we spend ourselves completely fucking him to death, and my mother would too if her hips could take it. Because we are all Beth, unfit company for the faint of heart. Because life isn't for the faint of heart at all.
So what's it gonna be, Buddy? playlist keep the wolves away - uncle lucius
