I feel like I went to a January party.
And right in front of me, January approached two people.
“Shit? The Fan? Have you two met? I think you’ve made each other’s aquaintences, but I don’t know that you’ve ever hit it off. So Fan, Shit; Shit, Fan.”
So I request that you all tell me about one cool thing in your daily activities that you have never noticed. The way a wall comes together with the floor or the way a certain tree is budding. Anything. Make the world the bright place it was before I got splattered from that meeting.
But apparently, according to my old friend Quinten, everything will be ok because “You’re willow f’in brugh.”
So that’s ok then.