The Cluster Part 1
Sporadically I’ll be giving in to you youngins with the dreaded Listicle. These lists will take various forms, but will always recap my week.
I shall call this series, The Cluster.
For this week’s Cluster, I’ve written the chapter titles that would comprise the novel version of these past seven days-in-the-life. Full novel to come.*
*But probably most definitely not.
Chapter 1: Private planes and the men who own them: a case study on overcompensation
Chapter 2: My dog’s an insta-whore
Chapter 3: Where’d all the wine go and why is my mouth so purple?
Chapter 4: If Ohio is for lovers, San Francisco is for lovers with unfortunate taste in footwear
Chapter 5: Fresh coat of single, Fresh coat of alcoholism
Chapter 6: The only person to contact me while my phone was off during the movie was my mother
Chapter 7: Your girl she so thirsty. But really, do you have bottled water? I’m parched.
Chapter 8: I’m not mad or tired or sick, this is just my face without mascara
Chapter 9: What’s that and where do I put it?
Chapter 10: I don’t always fall in love, but when I do it’s on the bus