I thought about doing an entire post on how I am breaking up with my body. On how we fight until we're exhausted and disagree over our prescriptions, or what we should do with that burrito we just consumed. As I was rambling on about my insides shaking I realized I was going about this the wrong way, because I can't actually divorce my body. But I can poison it.
And that is how I ended up spending my morning driving around ritzy neighborhoods with a coke icee and a cigarette.
Happy Friday!
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