how not to die
my dog has died.
his name was Tyson, and he was 16 years old.
that’s a long time, in doggy years.
a moment of silence.
i shall descend to the land of the great unwashed now.
to buy a pair of shoes.
please don’t try to stop me.
how not to die, you ask?
by staying alive.
forgive my strangeness today.
i am very tired.
Okay. I am in a better mood now, having finished what i was supposed to be doing earlier(but as you can see, was not).
The shoes I want cannot be found…in any store…since it was a limited run and THEY ARE OUT OF MY SIZE! Aaaaah.
Aren’t you glad I can talk about such happy things as shoes now?🙂
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