Today I have rolled around in my unmade bed listening to Gil Scott-Heron, The Weeknd, and every 15 minutes or so Jesson tells me to turn off my music and he plays some stupid barenaked ladies "soundalike",
my mouth tastes like black coffee
can't find my eye pillows
and I am having a panic attack
about what to wear
to the Obakki show.
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