(Remembered by immaterial girl)
Holyshit, holyshit, holyshit. I loved my Muppet Babies keyboard so much, I tried to take it in the bath with me. It died. I was all: “If I can’t have you, Muppet Babies keyboard, NO ONE CAN!!!!” Then, I buried it.
I write things. I don’t know what to call them. I’ve never been good at decisions. So, when I write, if I write, anything making it onto paper goes under the heading of the current date and time. Numbered days.
