the danger zone. that’s a dog butt. and my face. and shortly after i took this, the pup singed my nose hairs with gas potent enough to knock out four full-grown elephants. i’m dying. it’s also friday night and i refuse to spend even $5 for a cover to listen to some shitty band and drink more when all i want to do is sleep and not think about how much i don’t want to care about these kids. does that make sense? it doesn’t. caring this much about 53 little people physically hurts. this has been a rant. i’m not sorry.