We’ve come a long, long way together,

Through the hard times and the good,

I have to celebrate you, baby,

I have to praise you like I should.

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I need to talk to Cake. We made it, we fucking made it. West until there was no more west, that’s what Joe said. Just like that. I miss Joe. He was an idiot but I miss him. Go figure. And go west, just like the damn Pet Shop Boys. They got their shit together if you just go west. But then you unwrap the gift and it’s just socks again, the same old socks, just like last year, like every year.

I don’t think it was what Cake wanted. Angel food. She’ll fit in, she’s like one of those magic gloves that fit your hand no matter how big it is and she will carve a niche for herself where ever she lands because that’s what she does. Like a cat. With claws. And I will too, cause a square peg will go in a round hole if you just have a sharp enough knife. But I think she wanted more.

Fuck you, Joe.

I need to get. Wasted.