sup. im dead.
apparently i died. i don't know when. or how. but this girl i went to school with and haven't talked to in seriously like 5 years swears she went to my funeral. and when she saw me working the other night at round table, apparently found it necessary to call the police. have the police not only show up at my job, but at my mothers house as well. only to have my mother freak out and call ed who freaked out and started texting me at the same time my mom is calling me. then a cop calls me. all while im at my other job. so i have to pull someone off their lunch to watch the store while i talk to the police about how im definitely not dead. now, i don't know when the fuck i died. or when she went to my funeral, but if i didn't die a completely epic death, im gonna be pissed.