Glowing and going
A friend called tonight.
We got to talking about her wack-ass roommate.
I had said she really does just sit around waiting for you to breathe so she can complain publicly about it.
(I read these public posts — chickie is crazy AF.)
My friend says, “She’s just like Cindy. You are in New York, or Key West, or Las Vegas, or New Orleans … and she’s posting from her couch about your posts.”
We laughed.
Then we made plans to meet up in Orlando and another city before the year is out.
Keep watching. Keep hating. Keep making shit up. Keep rotting away from the inside.
We’ll just be over here glowing and going.