Pretty, if the stars don’t shine.

Today was a particularly sucky day so you can imagine how happy I was when I saw a shooting star outside. I was looking up, cursing at the light pollution, cursing at my day, and hoping the sky would break into pieces and fall on me when I saw the shooting star. I was about to wish for the same thing I always wish, but I wished for a pineapple instead. No more wasting shooting star wishes on stupid shit like wanting to trust people or on happiness anymore. Frank’s instructions are to buy a pineapple tomorrow. Apparently, he and I have the same idea: we’re making our own damn wishes come true.