I have no desire whatsoever to give my life story so don’t worry. It seems like most people on this site either want to get help or give it. I don’t want either.
Instead, I want to talk about irony. Does anyone else feel strange that part of their potential (self-inflicted) murder weapon comes in a festive box with smiling kids on it? I have this dark urge to air up a couple colorful balloons and get a cake made so whoever finds me will feel like they’re at a party.
My tank is on the way so now what? Ebay says two […]