after a night of slip n sliding, i spent a photo session staring creepily at my boyfriend. apparently, this is something i do all the time. usually it’s just a mixture of feelings and excitement.
come on – who wouldn’t want to grin when they see osiris? also, in the picture i had just been slip n sliding down a giant tarp covered in dish soap and water, with a giant mud and grass pile at the bottom. i was a little hyped up. i now have a big bruise on my shoulder from some drunk man barreling into me (right after i barreled into 2 girls and a guy) at the bottom of the slip n slide tarp-hill of danger.
there’s a moral: i am working hard at most times.