Yesterday I bought a paperback from the corner shop and wandered around with it under my arm, intending to find a bench where I could read while I sunned. There were plenty of benches, plenty of sun, but I kept thinking there’d be a better option if I walked a little bit further. Before I knew it, I’d walked four miles and the sun was dipping low in the sky. I missed my chance and I never found a bench good enough. Hey, girl, hey—you’re an asshole. It’s good to know these things about yourself so you don’t go around blaming others for your fuckups.
