Sometimes bad things happen and it takes a while for them to hit you. David being dead. That hit me yesterday and I really couldn’t say anything about it. No one I knew has ever died before and it’s… really weird. But on to other matters…
I’m not dead. No one ate bad peanut butter. Please refrain from standing in my backyard and trying to find the plot I’m buried under. And yes, they ARE assholes that will one day be hit by cars.
[Hey five or so friends I JUST made fun of, I love you.]
