nothing like an old friend to make you feel trapped
Thursday night in Calgary means that my only option is the bar or 7-11, sleepless as I am and riding my bike around aimlessly. It’s almost two AM and the unseasonably warm weather we’re having unnerves me —something about serving milkshakes all night to grown adults this close to winter leaves me wishing for a little fucking festivity. In any case, I hop off my bike at the bar a...
I was shaving my face this morning and my electric razor died halfway through the job… I look great