sister #4, aka she who never shuts up because she’s entirely too busy talking all the time, just told me to shut up. i think i deserved it. see my brain was washed away on a current of michelob golden draft light and cigarette smoke. i spent 10.5 hours at the bowling alley today. it’s the Sloppy Joe Bowling Tournament. luckily, my brain was the only casualty. i didn’t kill a single person though i kind of wanted to kill a lot of them.

but now, words just keep randomly falling out my mouth. like totally randomly and a lot of times they aren’t even making sense.

“max thought Dan Patch was born in 1977.”
“Nolie put mac and cheese in his hair.”
smoochie’s brother is a bank president.”

i’m even a little annoyed with myself.