pistachio corners are not edible
you think it's all gonna work its way out. somewhere in the distant future there should be some glimmer of retribution. i'm getting sick...
Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.