If you don’t love my ziti I’d have to kill you
We passed a good time, yeah – the ziti was the best even though I tripled what I normally cook. T came and in his own complicated way complicated me, and then A was there with C, like the perfume, L was there but he only had one hour of sleep after having sex most of the night with his new squeeze, and G was trying to figure out B, and you know what – I don’t care – I saw something I wanted today but it was moving too fast to catch and none of it matters and what if it did?