I’ve got into rock tumbling lately
I can taste the pickles and meat at the same time, how the hell did they do this
It’s that time if the hear when the sun is warm on my skin, the birds are singing, and the bees are buzzing in the trees
A time which altered my brain chemistry: Reading the Great Gatsby in English, specifically listening to young and beautiful for the first time
I’ve come to the scientific conclusion that the state of my bedroom accurately depicts my mental space
It’s always late at night, in bed, on the verge of tears, given up on life, listening to Cigarettes after Sex that I write the best shit
I go upstairs: Mom do we have a bigger bottle I could use for this
Mom: Estee, you need to do something productive. Homework-
Me: Yeah I know but do you have a bottle?
Mom: No, I don’t but you need to-
Me: But we have corks or something in the Girl Scout boxes right? So if I were to find a bottle-
Mom: Estee you need to do something productive, homework, senior project, banjo-
Me: But we have corks right?
Mom: Estee, yea but go do something productive
Me: *walking down the stairs* Fine fine
Mom: *from upstairs* Homework, banjo, senior project
