Someone else's Patti Boyd

(Self-reflected fabricated truths.)


What am I thinking about? Diet cokes and drunk sxts.


I'm being a total girl. I'd like a little reciprocation. Have you already grown tired of my like "total bodaciousness"?
I want a pin-up shot. Something retro wearing a one-piece with batty lashes and big hair and big shoes, wide hips, lots of shoulder, chesteses, and a cigarette... dangling. Cherries and righteous sailor tattoos.
Pretty eyed, pirate smile.


You're not around this week are you? You're not into it are you? You're "gonna go for someone else now." Aren't you? The girl down the street? In the apartment over? My best girl? My roommate? We've already all kissed the same guys; nothing new to report there.
How incestuous friendship is. You'd think it'd make me want to vomit but it don't.


I wonder what the Scarecrow thinks. His opinion of me has likely diminished and his resentment of you exponential.


I'm not going to drunk text you tomorrow night.


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"You wanted to be a writer right?"


Ummm. I still do? No, I still am.


Women. Triple-edged sword.


Casually, lovingly yours... Unless you look down upon that of course?
-El Oh.