She lent me her record player. Finally got to listen to this beautiful copy of Delusion Moon.
A girl at the Courtneys show was standing behind us, talking about how cute we were.
I have everything I have always wanted.
I woke up to the sound of the blonde upstairs getting fucked. It all sounded familiar. The rhythmic thudding of the bed against the floor, the occasional moan loud enough to travel through it, and how near the end there was the higher pitched knocking of the headboard hitting the wall; before silence and then a little later, his deeper gasping, nearly a whisper the way I heard it; then footsteps, and--goddamnit--if I had wanted to take a hot shower I should have done it before now, because they're going to be in there for the next hour and a half.
My birthday couldn't have gone any better for me even if God herself reached her arm down to give me a pat on the back. I'd have just been like "you think I don't know that?"