portions for foxes
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the song called 'Portions For Foxes'...
This song reminds me of last summer…of hangover Saturday mornings, of not wanting to walk the dog cause I’m so dizzy, of the warm warm warm sun, of wearing khakis and tshirts and flip flops and just generally being mismatched, of pink sunglasses, of calling everyone while I’m walking so I don’t have to be bored, of Sunday mornings talking to my new friends I’ve made on the love and madness board, of chatting with jon in the chat room, of 2-hour long phone calls with chris over the latest karmi musings about jesus and tina motherfucking yothers and grandmas in leopard skin coats and bibley belts, of lazy days at the santa monica beach that Kristi always wanted to go to even though she knew I always got poked in the ass with plastic sporks, of getting too tanned, of making sure we put enough sunscreen on our brand new tattoos, of reading about Britney and Kevin Airline in the latest issue of US magazine that Andrea’s doctor mom sends us from her waiting room, of warm nights at the bars with kate, talking about vicodin and life’s dreams and sexuality and ex boyfriends, of art exhibits in the Beverly hills park, of being sad that come the end of summer, kate would be moving back to Wisconsin, of ballet flats and Capri jeans.
I’m hoping this summer will be just as good as last year’s. I’m sure it will be. Removing toxic people from your life can do that. I’m looking forward to being fun again, to finding the girl in me that made everyone laugh. She’s healing, and she’ll be here soon enough (I mean that in the most psychotic-less way possible).
the song called 'Portions For Foxes'...
This song reminds me of last summer…of hangover Saturday mornings, of not wanting to walk the dog cause I’m so dizzy, of the warm warm warm sun, of wearing khakis and tshirts and flip flops and just generally being mismatched, of pink sunglasses, of calling everyone while I’m walking so I don’t have to be bored, of Sunday mornings talking to my new friends I’ve made on the love and madness board, of chatting with jon in the chat room, of 2-hour long phone calls with chris over the latest karmi musings about jesus and tina motherfucking yothers and grandmas in leopard skin coats and bibley belts, of lazy days at the santa monica beach that Kristi always wanted to go to even though she knew I always got poked in the ass with plastic sporks, of getting too tanned, of making sure we put enough sunscreen on our brand new tattoos, of reading about Britney and Kevin Airline in the latest issue of US magazine that Andrea’s doctor mom sends us from her waiting room, of warm nights at the bars with kate, talking about vicodin and life’s dreams and sexuality and ex boyfriends, of art exhibits in the Beverly hills park, of being sad that come the end of summer, kate would be moving back to Wisconsin, of ballet flats and Capri jeans.
I’m hoping this summer will be just as good as last year’s. I’m sure it will be. Removing toxic people from your life can do that. I’m looking forward to being fun again, to finding the girl in me that made everyone laugh. She’s healing, and she’ll be here soon enough (I mean that in the most psychotic-less way possible).
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