I honestly had a really good day today. It's made bittersweet by the fact it's a good day in a bad life, but it was good nonetheless. I ate an absolutely interstellar edible (chocolate chip and candied nut cookie!) and went to see star wars with my brother. then we went to Olive Garden where I consumed amounts of breadsticks not possible by someone NOT high as fuck, as well as a variety of cheesy, fatty, greasy, guilty and sinful but oh-so-good italian inspired dishes (but I'm starting to sound like an Olive Garden commercial so I'll shut up). We picked up some wine on the way home and got good-drunk: not the kind of drunk that makes you black out or puke- the kind of drunk that makes you feel like everything will be okay even if you know it won't.
It's memorises like those that we sometimes get to make (impeded by our financial status) and the fact that that amazing dude would have to find my corpse (because god knows he'd get worried and go looking way before our mother would) that hold me back.
My life is more bad than good. But there is still good. And that's why I linger.
