He said, and I quote, “Don’t. You’re not the problem.” At which point I burst out laughing, because in one sense, he’s absolutely correct. Anyway, I really needed that laugh, because life is FUCKING GRIM right now. RILLY. FUCKING. GRIM.
Archive for April 5th, 2011
I just wrote 230 words of self pity, and backspaced over every one. Universe, you can thank me later.