stories about being vicious

I’ve been napping too good in the evenings and staying up too late. A vicious cycle.

the other day While walking my dog, An old man who lives in the tower next door looked at niko then asked, “what’s his name—vicious?” I keep thinking about how that kind of nice old-man personality will be extinct soon.

One of my exes’ email address was kidvicious at yahoo except he spelled vicious wrong because he was stupid. i was stupid too.

grateful for the absence of chaos, flick stick, lactose-free dairy products, rad apartment, selling stuff, finally Friday, stupid people, lunching outside, looking forward to seeing people, cj, gold light.

1:23 am.