Sitting here, with bed-disheveled hair in the middle of the afternoon, a cup of coffee to console me, and I'm one best-friend less.
schulzattack: STOP EATING CHOCOLATES AND NOT SHOWERING
Yesterday we drove up to the Hollywood Forever Cemetary to visit our good friends, Fay Wray and Johnny Ramone. After empty mausoleums, raised caskets, and warning signs to not run if the geese lunge at you, we got milkshakes at Mel's Diner, and I cried in my espresso. I drove us back from the Grove and almost killed us all on San Vicente. Me behind the wheel, bad news for you.
I want an anybody.