I’m supposed to get up earlyish tomorrow but I’ve only got 2.5 episodes left of the first season of Prison Break and shit is intense...
“How would you want to be eaten? If you were definitely going to be eaten.”
“I’d like to be eaten at a big meal, by lots of people. I’d have been...
I think she missed me.
I love you.
I assured Krista before she left today that, if she gets murdered between our apartment and the library, I am now an expert at filing online police reports, as long as it counts as a theft of less than $500.
I mean, I’d count it as $450, at most.