Here comes the anxiety.*
Ok, so I've thought about it some more and am now freaking the fuck out about tomorrow's viewing. Why won't they give me the address? Why do they want to meet me at the station?
What the fuck?
Will I be made into pie?
I sent another email explicitly requesting for the address (and other details, like, oh the cost - oh fuck I knew the cost the size) and sayign that there's no need for them to pick me up. (What the fuck?!?)
Pie. Me. Not good.
* Track 7, The Wombats Proudly Present: A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation
What the fuck?
Will I be made into pie?
I sent another email explicitly requesting for the address (and other details, like, oh the cost - oh fuck I knew the cost the size) and sayign that there's no need for them to pick me up. (What the fuck?!?)
Pie. Me. Not good.
* Track 7, The Wombats Proudly Present: A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation