I had the Crave and went for some slyders.
I've got them now. They taste like shit. They always do. I can't stop eating them.
And even before I got in the car I wanted to pour five shots of vodka into my sweet tea. Just enough to make me smile. Just enough to take the edge off. I just wish I sometimes knew what the fuck I was taking the edge off of. I sometimes wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.
What the fuck is wrong with all of us? We're all bastards sometimes.
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