Can you tell I’m bored?
Today I caught up with a friend from five hundred years ago. We had Starbucks and a bird pooped on him. Twice. Then we got kebabs.
He’s an Aussie-American with one of those sweet-as hybrid accents. He told me of his dubious party antics, living in San Diego, and I lapped all that shit up.
Just FYI, I’m insanely jealous he has a second passport. Someone from overseas—marry me, please?
That’s all I have to say for now.