pubert

Blech! Funerals are no fun. 2pm Funeral. 4:30 Lunch-in (or chris's closest thing to date sense august!). The other half of the time will be spent finsihing up "even cowgirls get the blues." And making segway into this Bob Dylan Autobiography. Between not doing that i'll be avoiding family. Christ i'm so sick of hearing "we're praying for you!"

WHAT THE FUCK....PRAYER?

Come on they have names for it when you talk to something that only you can hear and see...imaginary friends. GOD the imaginary friend for grown-ups.