Me:
Oh my god, we're gonna die cold and alone
Siobhan:
No, I'm going to be warm. Under quilts. That's how I'm going to die, drowning in lots and lots of quilts... that I made for my grandchildren... who don't exist.
Me:
Death by quilt.
- Tagged
- I don't even know
My blog has been really impersonal lately.
Is impersonal even a word?
It is now.
My brain/ social life have just been dead lately.
Mainly because my main instinct to everyone right now is to punch them.
Or run them over with a riding lawn mower.
Or feed them to a pack of wild martian wildabeasts.
Or a combination of the three.
So as soon as that mellows out, I’m back to normal.
In the mean time,
