The insect exploded and my soft-gray accent-wall suffered the consequences. Tragic. I’m not saying it was THAT mosquito that gave me the ellipsis branding on my back but by the looks of all that sangre it’s leaving me with little room for doubt.
Last night I went to a stand-up comedy night at my local performance center and let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like bad comedy. I wanted to, in a word, disappear. There’s something about people trying to be funny and failing that makes me suffer from such terrible second-hand embarrassment that I’d rather sink slowly into the ground and vanish into the depths of the Chamber of Secrets. Actually if we’re being honest I’d visit the Chamber on my own for purely academic reasons:
I feel like this post has taken a weird turn… whatever, that’s my update.
Hello children, this weekend I watched "The Kissing Booth" and I rolled my eyes during the entire movie but then proceeded watched it again the next night... and the next night. Also, I watched Iron Man 3 twice and have determined that it is the best Iron Man film. That's my update. Here's what else I liked...
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