BOOT THEORY.

..   we’re keepin’ it silly.  ROOTED IN NORMALCY BUT NOT ROTTED BY REALITY.  i do not ever intend to educate or be a mouthpiece for any set of particular beliefs.  though my roster might be one-note leaning,  i do not discriminate opposites.  AND I TRY NOT TO BE SHY IN APPROACHING PLOTS / SHIPPING.  i can get pretty comfortable!  but,  ever you don’t vibe with something,  please address it asap.

I talk about him. I smile. I laugh. I remember him. I’m trying to let myself feel it. Even when I’m pissed that I can’t stop crying. They don’t really talk about the unmentioned steps of grief, huh? Where you gotta grit ya teeth and be polite when people think they’re helping?

#charptweeter

#   INCORRECT NUTTY BUDDY QUOTES.

CODEETAILS    +    TRAUMA.

“wanna ‘toid?”   moonlight squares up with cody’s ALTOIDS tin box juuust right,  and—aw yeah,  now he’s squinting.  (swear s’not from the heat.)   “Y’GOTTA LIL BLOOD BREATH GOIN’.”   wafting, really.  but s’one them thangs y’aint gotta elaborate with ladies.  ‘specially the kind that bites.

s’what he gets for being cheap.  and ain’t been for that weird smudge  (sure tasted like some the ugliest mustard there ever was)  on his ipad,  maybe he woulda caught whatever wonder woman  [AMAZON]  special coulda got’im a sale on one them brand spankin’ new printers ‘stead of ending up where cody planted ‘em feets now  :  jerking that fat thumb out,  sore and lost,  when he shoulda been on his way with these goshdarn mapquest directions.  shoulda, coulda, woulda.   “whatcha gunna do, bangs?”   because s’not letting go,  determined to win this stupid tug-o’-war.  puffed-out chest the strongest indicator of his blind confidence  (‘course he hasn’t looked at the fine print).   “them’s all mine.  ask miss paige!”

what if it was APRIL FOOLS DAY and you’ve BARELY WRITTEN A DAMN THING and then you STILL MADE A STARTER CALL?