Happy birthday, dipshit. I really miss you. Maybe I'll go throw a birthday cake into the sewer where we dumped your ashes.
Happy birthday, dipshit. I really miss you. Maybe I'll go throw a birthday cake into the sewer where we dumped your ashes.
Itβs a Thursday night in Austin and itβs nearly impossible to find parking at my local cinema and that makes me so happy I could cry.
Some personal news.
I canβt think of a single person better to be at a party with than you. β€οΈ
Anyway, on Wednesday Iβm legally* allowed to make a statement about my future. Maybe Iβll premiere it here a day early, just to be sassy
All I wanted for 3 months was to be invited to this place, now I donβt know what to say (I rarely know what to say in the other place)