fancily slapped together, overpriced, mediocre tasting food.
happy birthday to me. another year closer to death.
called momma tonight. we joke around about death like it’s not taboo or tactless.
she said that when she dies,
she wants to be cremated and then have her ashes spread across somewhere pretty,
but not in the mountains because she’s afraid of heights
and not on the beach because she can’t swim.
i told her vi also wants to be cremated.
except vi said, “and then i want you all to put me in a pipe and smoke me.”
currently listening to:
the xx is top on my itunes right now. such a beautiful album.