My life back stage

*written 8/31

I got me mr. soft hands and a Pollock Spaniard resting on my legs as we drift off into tech land fantasies. I feel like a mother with two oversized toddlers with scruffy faces and warm flannel shorts. It’s really hot and humid today but it’s so cold in here it’s almost appropriate to wear parkas. I have to pee. Oh. Mi novio comes hom today. Excited? Not really. Hm. Awk. Also have you stalked Madame lately? That woman is hot. Man. I’d kill to be fucking feisty as fuck at her age. She got two adolescents buy damn, playa. Also. I feel like my medicine makes me more irritable and puts me in between sailors and barbarians. I wonder why. I feel like my pills are placebo. Which sucks cus why the fuck am I paying for them. Pill popping isn’t fun. These are some huge ass pills and I can’t swallow them so they just  sit in my mouth like a lozenge. You know what they taste like? Not good. They’re orange. Like a milky orange. Not neon. Maybe if it was like bright purple I’d enjou taking them more idk. My moon sign is an Aquarius and my babe’s sign is a Gemini and my sun sign is Gemini and hers is Aquarius. We’re super fucking compatible. Go lesbians. You know what his is? Double Taurus. Wow, how are we still together. It’s pseudo science but I feel like the descriptions math me perfectly. And so do yours. They’re more personalized than sun horoscopes cus they change from day to day instead of lumping a whole month’s worth of people together. The only other Gemini that remotely acts like me is papa lally but otherwise I have not much in common with them; they’re not as crude. Or repulsive. I don’t really get along with aries or scorpios. I also feel like people are really flaky lately (cough cough sean) .  Maybe this feeling is intensified by stress but almost no one is dependable now. Bad grammar, ah.