She was supposed to drive home to LA last night. Instead we threw a party. Typical. Also I met the youngest Keokham. I held dude and he smelled like Cheerios and didn't smile once. Cutebug.
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- night swims
- heart burn and gut ache
- nap made, the anti-sleep
- podcasts, bud light, and caffeine
- overcompensating infant strikes again
- greetings from an unfamiliar device
- squinting and wide-eyed
- granma
- Sunglasses indoor
- Danger Legs
- seventy forty
- hide. hurry.
- you're not thoughtful. are you?
- day drinking daddy's day
- you're an island unto yourself
- "trippin over the same bad dreams"
- It's after hours and I'm snacking on a bowl of fruit
- ass troll
- trivial bag
- Omnipotent is the New Bust
- i know that guy
- left hand
- this happened in my neighborhood this week
- if i live to be that age, i want to look like byrne
- st vincent in strange mercy
- overly-emotional friends
- hey what genre is this?
- driving crying diving
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