Bad things always seem to come in threes. First of all a guy gets killed where the human wonderbra(aka my bf) works...then a friend gives me a rabbit which i dont want, and my drummer leaves the band ten minutes before practice. Fk me running. Since this is my new place I can also whine that I havent gotten laid in three fkn weeks, work has been slow and I'm about to climb on the roof and see how well I fly. sigh...and I turn 30 in 2 weeks...kill me now god...stop toying with me like a rotten kid pulling wings off of flies.
