Monday, April 25, 2016

Really, Who Cares?

Now that I'm obsessed with the fear of loneliness, how will I ever know if I'm lonely. All the lofty thinkers have left me anxious. Live awhile, die forever. 

You know all those beautiful, twinkling stars that they tell you died tens of thousands of years ago? Hook your dreams to one of those babies. Me? I've got banana pudding from Publix.