Dammit Bill! Why can't you let me be unaware of what other people are saying? Like when a little boy walks past my garage that is filling with dusty things that don't fit yet, and aren't clean yet, and points it out to his Grandpa who says, "Yes, that is a lot of dirty stuff. These garages are really meant for cars to be parked in. That's what they are really for." So I happily, and dustily, chimed in from across the parking lot, and said that some people live in houses, and not in studio apartments, and those people have lots of room for their stuff (camping gear, dead parents household goods, etc.) I couldn't just call the guy a fucking dick in front of the little boy. Well, Dammit Bill, you know I could barely summon the courage to snark.
Midnight on a carousel ride
Reaching for the gold ring down inside
2015 eplaya meet and greet/ Barbie Death Village/ 7 and E/ Wed. 6PM
guess I'll see you next year.