What’s up super depressing Sunday?! Some guy died in a nightclub brawl and the eyewitnesses on the news were a couple of slutty girls with peroxide hair all like, “Yah it was sooo fucking hectic but sooo totally sad”. I’m now almost certain that the Devil exists and is incarnated into such brainless trolls when they put on their cheap heels, down 14 Cruisers and head to Home bar on the weekends.
Also Whitney Houston died, and it’s been raining for like the past three months, and I’m grilling a ham sandwich in the oven, kind of thinking that I should just stick my head in there Sylvia Plath-style before Liz Hayes comes on 60 Minutes and starts doing a depressing story about IVF.
