The other day, I thought I’d for some reason spend most of my time inner monologuing and worrying about what would happen IF there was some sort of grand apocalyptical event and dumb things like the internet and ATMS were completely useless, and I would then have no cash with which to purchase cans of beef broth and clean underwear. Because I never have cash. So then I decided that I should always have some emergency cash stashed somewhere in my room. You know. For the apocalypse. BRAIN: OFF. But seriously, what’s up with the birds falling from the SKY.

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