waking up, for me, is like clawing my way through seven hundred layers of reality in a crazy swirling vortex of nothingness and everythingness all at once

this morning, as i was lying in bed, climbing through those last few layers of consciousness, i rolled over to my sister (sometimes we have slumber parties) and said


"girls have relationshops or relationstars. boys have relationsex and relationsnacks."





i still can't figure out what i was really getting at with that theory, but i'm sure it was profound.