GUSSIE UP, YA'LL.

I'm Bailey. I'm inclined toward truth, coffee, country western, thrift, southern soul, cats in sweaters, underpants, menswear, & your mother's mother. I am committed to the use of "ya'll" versus "y'all", the non-issue of God, and the strength of the human spirit. I run Imagine No Gods & Fuck Yeah Thriftin', daydream of owning a coffeeshop on Jackson-Bowles, & get soulful with the tambo in Skinny Ricky & The Casual Encounters.

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~ Tuesday, January 24 ~
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Tonight,

I could not bring myself to steal groceries, though I really really thought about it. Instead I rolled a cigarette from the remnants of old cigarettes (mine, not yet smoked) and now I’m thinking about how I’ll probably tell nostalgic stories about this time in my life but for now FUCK THIS SHIT.


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  1. bibliosaurus said: come over tomorrow for dinner?
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