greg and I bought a bottle of wine. thirty dollars is a fucking steal. by the way we’re listening to helium. the nineties may be defined as a head movement…a variation on the nod it goes right and left and oh haha angled and casual and it’s just so terrifically predictable! my god in what year were we born? I’m sorry for ruminating on my birthday. I don’t want kudos for having not been a SIDS case. holy shit that’s like my alibi. if I were to have kids SIDS would do ‘em in. but I woulda suffocated ‘em first.