Shortly before Chris Farley died, I read an article detailing his outrageous partying lifestyle. I was really upset by this and decided to write him a letter pleading with him to stop. I never sent that letter and months later, well, we all know what happened. Miss you, Chris.
so, yeah, i moved. i’ve been on quite a wrap kick lately.
welp, happening earlier than expected. september tennish?
opened the front door of my apartment last night at 3:45am. first thing i saw was some scraggly-looking kid hanging out in my hallway, directly in front of my door. unsettling. sad to have to leave my apartment, but it’s time. six and a half more weeks.
i just moved in next door. i might be over to borrow some butter later. i never keep that stuff in stock.
