so don't confuse me mister...all i need is a little of your time
i was at another funeral the last couple of days. Sublimity, Oregon. my cousin died on motorcycle in the woods. neck snapped right in half. i felt kind of bad that i didn't cry at the funeral.
it's a little funny, that i've been to so many funerals. i know people who have never known anyone who died.
i've been to about eleven funerals in my life. jesus.
the stupid boy that i kissed who, ironically, doesn't know what the word "intellectual" means tried to console me with an "i understand what your 'going through', my cat died a year ago".
some people make me very very sad.
and also give me the urge to wash my mouth out.
-ah.lex.crumbs
