Last night, I thought something was living under my kitchen. I was too scared to open the cabinet. Eventually everything got quiet and it was no big deal. But, this morning, I opened my fridge to get sirop, and what do you know! My fridge was warmer than it was in my apartment. Fuck me, right?
I need to clean this beast and get organized. I also need to tell Michele that my fridge broke down. I also still need to get a garbage can that isn't just strapping a garbage bag to the back of my cabinet door under the sink. (That's broken, too... but I can manage to make the rubber thing stay.)
In other news, after more than three years, I'm still madly in love with Sam Brown and his heart-wrenching comics at explodingdog.com...
"We fell in love, and the next day he was gone forever."
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