nameraka

japanese is hard i dislike their poetry i go eat hot dog

i feel like that's pretty much what you said last time.

wait. death and taxes aren't the same thing? i always assumed that death and taxes were a package deal.

i've had that a few times as well. the first time i met one of my oldest friends, i would have sworn up and down we'd met before. it was like i knew her face, and her name just sounded right. i had just moved halfway across the country at the time, though. there was no way we could have encountered each other before.

i have no idea what those people are saying...

i feel like i've done that before.

fuck. did I?

hopefully it has a better ending this time.

and if so, how did it turn out last time? also, could you recommend some good stocks?

Dude?

Whoa. Dude...

dude...

where's my car?

that is weird...

Duuuuuuuude...

i'm not sure which is worse, that they exist or that i do...

the good news is you didn't miss second christmas!

and i for one don't think you should have to. though, i should also point out that my opinion on the matter carries exactly zero weight.

i request cremation.

fuck april...

last night i got super sloshed and made garlicy grilled cheese sandwiches out of croissants. like eating a cheesy donut. i think i may have clogged an artery though...