It’s almost like he’s just a person and not imbued with the spirit of a random god.

“Can I buy that lipstick?” “Sure, I’ll put it on your bill”

Jesus christ.

Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.

We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…

“ROLLS”, GOD DAMN IT.