damn you friday the fifth of feb

i should have known when my day started out with seeing a dead fox

i literally cried in the car with my dad and THEN i saw a dead kitten, yes, a kitten and then i cried again.

AND THEN after a kind of pleasant-strange afternoon, i found out maurice white had died and i felt like the precious glass bottle holding memories of car rides and dance parties in which earth, wind and fire had played a vital role had just been stomped on by a t-rex and munched by the grinch when he was still evil and liked eating glass.

as if that wasn't enough, i kind of realised that a dude who i thought was quite close to is really struggling with some stuff and i have been left in the dark about it.

i cried again and then we got pizza and coke and dad watched welcome to the jungle with me.









those are my feelings of the friday the fifth of feb

i want to kill it 73 times in the head