I lost my phone and phone case. I feel like girls when they can’t find their underwear after sex everything is suddenly a fantastic kind of fatigue if someone looked through the music, they’d definitely think I’m a woman I could cry lol my bananas are frozen. I’m just going to eat more chocolate then I caught my cat taking a selfie I was going to tweet about it but then realized I lost my phone Nick puked in McDonald’s, we got separated and I’m still drunk any pictures I post of China are someone else’s from the trip I legit feel like I lost all the blood from my head. SO SCARY you found me in the corner all depressed I lost my sex buddy forever, my driver’s license in one night surprisingly only one of those things happened at Wal-Mart I’m pretty sure it fell on the octopus my purse and I woke up on the roof thank God I sent the pic to my hubby my best friend and my life ;( May Whatsapp groups live long and prosper without me now I have a ghetto el Salvador metro phone I found it in my fridge I feel it’s a pretty accurate portrayal of my life I have third degree burns on my tummy from spilled tea please cuddle me I have lost my identity I emerged from the ashes as a changed person it was in my hand the whole time.
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Ana Prundaru is a translator, writer and visual artist living in Switzerland. Most recently, she has contributed works to Cactus Heart Journal, Lumina Journal, Citron Review and Drunk Monkeys. When she isn’t working or pursuing creative endeavors, Ana volunteers for animal charities, practices yoga and serves as a poetry reader for the online journal Fruita Pulp.