Decided to start watching the second season of Bored to Death last night, now I’m super sleepy. A part of me wants to be like George Christopher when I get to be that age, and a part of me wants to be like Ray and Jonathan. This is because I’m an illustrator and journalist, as well as a stoner gentleman.
And just as soon as I fall in love, love is gone once again… I named her Bacon & Eggs, I made her myself, just this morning. Ate her, ate her whole. Now she’s gone. I can still smell her, I can still taste her on my tongue, the lingering aftertaste of deliciousness.