something about the smell outside of LAX that throws me into a time machine and I’m 15 again, taking 2 bus routes and a train to my job, Im listening to g&e pussy like elixir. Okay back to the regularly scheduled program.
I was supposed to write a bunch of shit before I made any entry but whatever ay, giveon lie again is playing, ironically LAX was less hectic than SEATAC. we dumb early, turbo won’t stop whining she ain’t fucking having it. this trip was almost perfect, almost famous, word to the Corey’s. It’s getting harder to hug & kiss my loved ones goodbye, idk what that means ultimately, processing brand new feelings is SO TIGHT. I shot plenty fotos, 2 drops at Betty’s 💕, extracted some files from the home desktop. I thought I’d get introspective bc I was feeling all the emotions about an hour ago, but it’s gone now. I will say this tho, 12 days home & dry, fingers crossed ke no? when the sun set I see y’all tomorrow. i wanna always include a photo. So here’s one that’s making the IG feed. And if anyones asking that’s the old c41 Kodak shit. I love you forever. TTYL TCCIC KIT.
