2014-10-27
On the eve of a therapy-free life
and propelled into a major upgrade. Carmen. The fifth floor. Figuring out the proper response to an angry grandpa preaching ebola outbreaks through semen and projectile vomit. Buying that pumpkin spice cereal that put a smile on Vicrum's face. Now I can properly dispose of things, though my keychain's population has swollen to the point of morbid obesity.
Grown up. Yep.
tinteardrop at 9:23 p.m.