(source: The Sheboygan Press, July 20, 1935.)
I’m going to put a spare key under my welcome mat. Not a key to my actual front door. Just some odd key that doesn’t open anything. And written in very tiny print on the doorknob for when thieves are getting up close and squinting wondering what they’re doing wrong, the words “never give up on your dreams.”
My new house has an exit sign! (I have the upstairs.) Very Gryffindor, with the lion sentinels and everything. There’s even a passcode on the door.
Loosened ties yes, wifebeater tanks no. So basically, sunglasses, both your turn-ons and turn-offs are Tony Stark…
I prefer a Slytherin uniform. But that is neither here nor there.
Tell me more about this “Sun” you speak of… I’ve never seen it. Is it as beautiful as they say?
You have a good health routine set up, sunglasses. Soup, sun, and antihistamines. Personally, I drink nyquil to treat my insomnia. I never knew it had other uses. That’s very interesting…
When I’m sick I mostly like to: complain a lot.
Heroic, tbh. I hope you gave those no-shows a stern talking-to! My sympathies, sunglasses. But on the plus side, you probably get to cash in a major guilt chip some time in the future…
My worst birthday, I spent it locked in my bedroom making no noise and pretending that I didn’t exist while my uncle courted some rich developer down in the parlour, and then a bug-eyed nightmare creature with bat-ears popped into my room to herald the doom of my school year and drop a cake on my family’s head, so they put bars on my window. Brutal year.
Salvador Dali ~ “The Spectral Cow”, 1928
'1st of September…see you later!'