I’ve been violently scouring my iPhone for things to delete, because my storage is so shitty, and came across all these strange little gems in my iPhone notes. Some of them are ideas. Some observations. Some are conversations I had with my friends. Some I have no recollection of typing, and assume they were done under the influence of a substance.
So here. Enjoy a little glimpse into the everyday workings of the mighty pea that is my brain. (Note: this is the first in a series.)
Note: The next note refers to my birthmark, which has often been mistaken for oral herpes BUT IT IS NOT.