“How I Dearly Wish I
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
I took Camron to breakfast at Le Peep this morning. I laugh every time I go there because the pronunciation of the name is the same as the French word for blowjob (pipe). Oddly, this is not on the menu. I lack motivation today. Other than the breakfast outing, I’ve been a house mouse. I feel some cabin fever working it’s mojo and would love to meet a benevolent doctor of mixology to free pour love to my dead-head stretch it tonight in midst of the funky groove of old school blues. It feels like Sunday… and though it isn’t really silent and grey, I feel like etching a postcard.
I took Camron to breakfast at Le Peep this morning. I laugh every time I go there because the pronunciation of the name is the same as the French word for blowjob (pipe). Oddly, this is not on the menu. I lack motivation today. Other than the breakfast outing, I’ve been a house mouse. I feel some cabin fever working it’s mojo and would love to meet a benevolent doctor of mixology to free pour love to my dead-head stretch it tonight in midst of the funky groove of old school blues. It feels like Sunday… and though it isn’t really silent and grey, I feel like etching a postcard.
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