That Sounds About Right

I was stuck on the slowest C train ever this morning, and for whatever reason I kept flashing back to a year and a half ago, in the DJ box with Larry at Duvet. Then Kathy said “Larry was in my dream last night, in a two-headed sweatshirt with an 18 year old gay, bright green, with a hot pink cap on. And I pointed him out to Dustin and said ‘I know that guy’ but it was in elementary school — like all of my dreams are — and a bunch of us left to go find the swings.”

Some texts in my phone that I enjoy:

“I just got my nails done next to a straight up man in a dress”

“my roommate got home and started talking to me about her brother’s bacterial infection and then it just kept escalating from there.”

“Adult male in juniors girl jeans.”

“LOLocaust”

“OMG IM GETTING SUSHI WITH XXXXXX LATER PHNCH ME I MUST BE DREAMINGGG”

“let me rub you down with oilssssssssssssss”

“half naked on the internet. it was only matter of time really”

“RIHANNA IS MAKING UMBRELLAS! OMGOMGOMGOMGBARF”

“I wouldn’t even justify that as a tranny.”