There's just something priceless about keepin' it short, sweet, and just plain sad.

Twenty-five? Twenty-five? Lulu, my thoughts are with you on this cold, blustery November morning.

...I swear to god I'll update properly once I get home and get some sleep. Interesting things are afoot, and by "interesting," I mean "more personal shite about me that I know you're all a-waitin' on with breath abated." Cuz I'm just so cool.