Oh, spit in the ocean and see if it comes back.

Dec 13 2011

I dreamt some awful post-apocalyptic scene last nite wherein my grandmother’s fictional denied lost blind brother showed up at our post-apocalyptic shelter driven by his cat and asked me how much I paid in rent before the world ended and I woke up screaming: J’ai perdu! J’ai perdu! (I forgot! I forgot!)

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