Day 88:
2 min readDec 18, 2023
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- Sleeping in Kia Soul much more comfortable than a) Hyundai Elantra and b) Ford Focus.
- Kia Soul. Soul. What the fuck even is a Soul?
- Feels like I’ve fallen.
- But also: best I’ve ever felt.
- Life is a grand adventure. I’m too feral to sit between four walls and under some roof.
- But also: miss bed. And walls.
- Roofs.
- And speaking of feral: had a little car cat for a bit. Ever heard of that? Car cat?
- Oh you have? I hadn’t. She came to me at 5 o’clock in the morning, foggy following to Aries Full Moon.
- It was 9/29/23.
- She left last week. I became ungood to her.
- Cried about her, but it was never her I was crying for.
- Was never daughters t’were cried for’n neither — though was lovely lie that’n, told to Self from’fer forever.
- (All essays to be bullet point formed from here on out. You’re welcome.)
- And thank you. I guess I love you.
- But what the fuck is love.
- I’ve fallen.
- (But the adventure!1!!)
- This Kia Soul has acquired bed bugs.
- I have acquired bed bugs.
- My mom isn’t speaking with me anymore again anymore.
- Got drunk n’ said her the what-fors and have-at-yous.
- Feeling hungry is the most alive one can be.
- But not too hungry.
- And not too cold.
- Fortunately, the sun explodes next year, and if it doesn’t take you out, I’ll share my bed bugs. They are loyal companions.
- (And much itchier than car cats! Hope itchy’s your thing.)
- It’s not?
- Oh
- Well…
- Happy Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. I’m still alive.
- You’re welcome.
- And thank you, too ❤️
- postscript: someone will pay me millions or maybe even bullions of dollhairs to write these cute bulletpointessays. This sort of genius just comes easy to me. Sorry you didn’t believe! Sux 2 b U!
- * Tsssst* (sizzle sound)
- (bet you didn’t think I could write bullet point essays sober while living alone and on parole in the hell of the world in a Kia Soul, did you!)
