[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]
I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs.
Popping bottles in the ice, like a lizard. When we drink we do it right, with a lizard.
Texting me when you’re with her? Hmm, interesting.