miss you.
I am sitting in a barn, surrounded by miniature fucking horses watching Tom & Jerry videos on youtube.
The lame part is that the sound on my computer doesn’t work. No Tom, no Jerry. And further, no music evar.
The POINT is that I am bitter that I missed yet another bleak, dismal Rochester winter.
The leaves don’t change here. Grab one and save it in a book for me.
Or the DVD case of the Crow, what-fucking-ever.
Keep the streets of Rochester sick & sad for me.
Just until I can reclaim partial duty. Goodnoight.
