I'd like to think that my mind has recently become a gigantic technicolor tumor with teeth. Every thought that I have seems to have some bite to it. I've never been one for feeling average, boring feelings with average, boring people. Lately it seems especially important that everyone I surround myself with is unfailingly brilliant and fascinating in their own way. Cannot be bothered to make small talk (not that I'm ever any good at that). Cannot be bothered to answer any conversation that begins with "hey what's up." Cannot be bothered to waste a single breath or a single thought on anything that I'm not terribly interested in.
(Hanna Renae Scott, feeling feelings since January 2013)
Since all of my weekends are ridiculous lately, I won't write about how ridiculous this particular weekend was. But I WILL post some pictures (bummed I didn't take any at the strip club). Some from last week too, because I forgot to do that. Except...shit, I can't end this post without mentioning that Lily drank moonshine on Friday night. Lillyyyy Gaattiiiiccccaaaaa. Drank moonshine. From a communal bottle.
I'm leaving you with this song, because I've been listening to it nonstop lately.
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