happy birthday America, land of morbid obesity, virtually nonexistent gun control, and Tyler Perry. it's also a land where people can talk smack about their country and not be executed, so light a sparkler and be grateful.
i've been fully stuffed with spicy low country boil, cupcakes, and beer. there is a war of epic proportions being waged in my lower intestine.
i'm kind of over being a stripper. i still hate men, and every day reminds me why. i love my "coffee & cigarettes" playlist more every minute. i would really love a clove cigarette right now.
i would like to be in a big city on a night like tonight. there's electricity in the air (it's the instinct where you know everyone is partying and/or fucking in public), a certain excitement that makes me wish i could just go out to a bar with a group of fun and interesting people and raise a glass to freedom. i'm not sure what that has to do with the city, but somehow the addition of glowing skyscrapers makes the image sweeter.
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