friend: *whispering* if you're stupid say "what"
me: what
friend: OH MAN
OH
OH DEAR FUCKING CHRIST
I GOT YOU SO GOOD, THAT WAS AWESOME
SWEET, SWEET DICKS IN MY MOUTH. I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD. EVER.
JESUS. JESUS HELP ME.
— NH & EK
I don’t want to stay in Chicago. But going home might be worse. Catch 22.
About to embark on a David Foster Wallace binge.
Is everything alright, mah dear?