we drank champagne with skittles at the bottom like our wedding night. the rapture comes up in conversation again, but we’re done talking about the church & at this point it just turns into all the ways we’ve learned to hate our old christian friends. hate is a strong word—disappointed. new years eve, & we’re missing our single friends, we’ll play tetris till midnight, wait for the avian sunrise. where is this winter anyway?
9.7 / July 2014