For fucks sake
Car fails, laptop dies, phone dies, bike hopefully-only-temporarily dies, credit card dies, books get ruined, Windows dies, desktop computer dies, backup hard drive with my music and photos from years probably dead, slowly realizing Grill lady isn't probably going to get back to me about playing records, realizing that Toxic Ranch if they called hasn't been able to reach me because my stuff is ruined, problems with communicating with people and noticing that no one is trying to, and then - bam! - try to just suggest to Casey we get coffee at some point on Facebook, and right there in the friend's list, Briana and Steve, cuddled up and smiling, being all happy.
What next, world?
YOU CAN'T SHIT ON A SHIT PARADE.
IT IS JUST EXCESSIVE AND MEANINGLESS.
AND SHITTY.
What next, world?
YOU CAN'T SHIT ON A SHIT PARADE.
IT IS JUST EXCESSIVE AND MEANINGLESS.
AND SHITTY.