the forthwith happy

this fourth was one to be remembered by cheap grape jelly and sparklers from big lots, and i freaked out some babysitters. trying to find the party three times only to find it was back at the place we started at, cheap whiskey being thrown across the table right after the heavy chairs get tossed down the stairs and laughs under the breathe at what he is going to say or do when he finds out what went down... well that's what he gets for slinging whiskey across the table and being belligerent, fuck it. it's all in good fun anyway, and nobody was going to dine on that months-old grape sugar concoction anyway, again, fuck it. coffee tastes even greater when there are grounds in it the morning after laughing way too much at people off their rockers, listening to sonic youth and loving it so much, smiling and smiling and smiling and laughing at each other's human-ness.
and to make this morning even better, i get a check in the mail! finally! it took forever! i get paid to take clothes off for art classes hells yes!