i love fake mustaches and i hate high school drama.
i love svetlana's hat, and i love being called sven
i love calling her gretchen and wearing a handlebar mustache while we roll around in a fit of passion
i love how she thinks about breakfast in the morning and then makes tons of breakfast and gobbles it all down
i love how dreary this city is, hate how everyone (even the creepiest of creepers) thought i was a creepy guy wearing a mustache, but fuck that, the bartender understood.
i hate how people treat alcoholics
i love how good onion peels are
i like how im going home tomorrow and how dom and maureen are picking me up from the airport. i'm ready to come home, ready to expand my life.
hi everyone